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QUICK RAMBLINGS

Wanker Wang Posts: I haven't written much online as of late. I've simply been way too busy to either care to write or devote any significant portion of my life to dicking around this goofy gossip game. What's the alternative? Write a bunch of unnecessary gossip about people or make $$$ doing what I do behind the camera & computer? The rule I've had since I've started shooting has been quite frank. And I hope people follow it. I only talk smack about people who do something to me personally. And even then it takes quite a bit of shit to get me stirred up.

I've been shooting like crazy. After this weekend, I plan on taking a break for a two weeks and going to Hawaii where I won't do the religiou thing like what happened 6 months ago.

This is the only industry that I know of where the guys talk more shit than the girls. Now I could fuck around all day and all night about some of the goofballs in the business. Tony Sexton, Jeremy Steele, those type of knuckleheads I don't give two cents about but are colorful enough to fuck with. After all, they do it to themselves and I'll just add a bit of color. But I don't fuck with the bigger boys. This is a small industry and there are bigger agendas to meet. You always end up working with them one way or another as if by fate.

There's this guy I know. I don't want to name him because I don't want to start any shit nor do I have time to. But let's call him "JOHN". Deep down inside, I know he's a good guy with a good heart. However, he often acts like a little girl. He enjoys bitch-talking. I'm absolutely amused by it to no end. Despite the fact he's genuinely a good guy, he also happens to be one of the biggest, shit-talking, manipulative, lying weasels in the business. He'll smile at you, then go somewhere trying to stab you in the back. It's actually quite funny. He's so insecure about himself that he makes himself feel better by trying to talk crap about nearly everyone else when you're not looking.

I had no less than 4 people who are close friends of mine tell me they met him at Erotic L.A. where he would go on a litany about how he got ripped off by his former company (a blatant self-fabricated lie) and about what a horrible human being I was for fucking with him. Meanwhile he'll go around talking shit to anyone who'll listen and anyone who knows me personally knows what a crock of shit he's spewing. Sometimes I feel he's so self-absorbed by his own inadequacies and his own web of lies that he literally forces himself to believe it. He'll talk about how he sold the most porn at his former company without any facts and figures when the true facts and figures are that there was another director there that blew him out of the water.

I like the guy as a person. That doesn't mean I trust him. Funny thing is a zebra can hide his stripes but he can't change them. And eventually, everyone'll know.

I'm not writing this to anyone but that person. He knows who I'm referring to. I worked side by side with him for a year, though we can all say the relationship was turbulent yet cordial at best. I thought we all moved on but if his bullshit yapping continues as I hear it constantly from people around him, I will personally make it a daily 5 minute ritual to write about all the bullshit that has come out of his mouth from the past and the present, and all the weasel, manipulating tactics, and all the crap he's said about people inside his current clique and outside, just to see where it goes. So, brother, go around talking your bullshit because the more you talk behind a guy's back tells us all more about you than who you're talking about. I'll just save some time and blap it out to everyone who knows you in a keystroke. You don't want me to go there cause I can read you like a book. Just because you know how to play chess does not mean you know how to play 'people chess'.

Other than that, we're all in the same boat and should care more about our work than all the periphery bullshit. Frankly, I think it's funny. Worthless indeed but funny nonetheless and really not worth one iota of anyone's time which should be spent on our jobs at hand.

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