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Our 2nd video for Awaken Cafe is up. This one features their awesome latte art:



www.frenchpressfilms.com
www.awakencafe.com

The first of our Awaken Cafe series is now online. Awaken is an awesome cafe in Downtown Oakland that is sustainable and eco-friendly, and has Fair Trade, single origin coffee that will kick your ass. It's seriously like crack and I have to buy cans of it because no other coffee tastes good anymore!!!

Anyway, here's French Press Films' first video on Third Wave Coffee.

Here's a video I made for Green Apple with Daniel Handler. He is really, really awesome and a totally good sport.

This is part 10 of a 10 part series by Green Apple blasting the Kindle. This is, obviously, my favorite.



Robocop was a primadonna. The T-800s were surprisingly nice. You can watch more of the anti-Kindle spots here.

Dear Hot Girl Wearing Only A Elongated T-Shirt & Leggings And Purchasing A Copy Of 60-Second Erotica,

ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME??????????????????

From,

Roman

fuckin jesus. shit's been busy. i'm frantically typing this before i scramble over to work. the film company is in effect-- after this week we will officially be an llc.

i am officially okay having nothing to do with st. patrick's day ever again. it's not that i did anything last night, because i didn't, i was editing, but people look like fucking jackasses with their green shit and their chains and heineken logos. really? you get all fucked up because this is the day where you do that? i understand the irish pubs going all off and having traditional music and shit, that's cool.

a drunk guy hassled me and chris on bart on the way home, muttering things like "fuckin' bitch ass niggas, i'ma fuck up both of you..." then when we started grinning to ourselves he retorted, "laughing. i'll give you something to laugh about. bitch ass niggas." then he promptly passed out atop his bicycle.

then i was stuck on market with no change for a fiver, so i went to the lovely carl's jr (aka the threshold of HELL) to buy something extremely cheap. i settled for the "spicy chicken" from the gentleman at the counter named Ping, who I felt so, so, sorry for. I placed my order, got a gross and greasy number and moved aside. Then this drunk dude who resembles Blob from X-Men walks up and gestures for me to get in line in front of him.

"Oh, no," I said. "I already ordered." I even smiled at him.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME?" Blob said.
I just sighed and moved to the other side of the counter.

I got home, smoked some weed, and hibernated. Now I'm late for work. Fuck it!!

i have two jobs now.
i feel loved at namu.
i fucking LOVE drinking beer.
i've been on internet for the past 2 hours at work.
my dad called me at 8 am yesterday to wish me a happy birthday.
my birthday is november 15th.
i think i am too enthusiastic of a dancer.
listen to my podcast.

Watched "Delirious" tonight. It was decent. Had a weird turn towards the end though. Michael Pitt is strangely attractive and everything I hate (think Ethan Hawke in "Reality Bites" without all the wankerous pontificating) all at once.

Man, I really want some goddamn wine.

things to do:

write more
catch up on the following shows: The Office, Lost.
start the following shows: Battlestar Galactica.
watch the following movies: Iron Man, Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Harold & Kumar 2 (maybe wait for rental on that one)

go to Neon Monster on Friday and pick up all of your damn comic books. Apologize profusely to Christy.
stop gawking at girls during warm weather. goddamn, i love summer.
cancel phone landline.

after getting back from Spain, I went to Sushi Bistro and it was like a muthafuckin' religious experience. fresh salmon that melts in your mouth like butter-- god. damn.

edit: Forgetting Sarah Marshall was sooo great.

http://romanhasablog.blogspot.com

i haven't started it yet, but this is where i'll be posting stuff from now on. the gmail/blogger thing is just way more simple and fun to use than livejournal. we've had a good run, LJ. how many years? i'll have to check. *edit: FIVE YEARS. WOW.*

also check my burger blog for random food ramblings/reviews and my podcast stuff. please. FUN.

I couldn't help but post this. My inner 16 year old is cheering right now.

i finished a script and now i just got really excited about what i'm going to do for the rest of the night: take a hot shower and then watch Empire Strikes Back in bed.

fuck. yeah.

ps. new podcast up.

oh man. i have to try this.

New Indiana Jones trailer up HERE. Holy. Shit.

And a leaked trailer for the next Judd Apatow production: Pineapple Express. Looks like a lot of fun.

you know what's better than posting etnrries or entries? posting said entries DRUNK. i've had some beers, fuck it. some beers. god i wish i could just be yelling this int o a mic right now, it'd probably be so much more entertaining than this -- jon is reading SCUD comics, i am drinking yet another tecate and watching youtube videos and slowly but surely nodding off to sleep. DRUNK ENTRIES WOOO YES. i had a good time at adam;s house. he is a nice man, with a nice homey living situation and a lovely charming girlfriend and fine collection o' friends. his situation reminds me of my own. i have a nice house and i have a wonderful incredible girlfriend. our double dates would either be fantastic or disasterous. i know everyone is sick and tired of me saying this but the songs from Once are filling my brain and i cannot get them out. someone help. too long for a drunk entry, yes? yes? YES. fuck y'all.

You have to see Once. I want to put a clip on here, but you just have to watch the whole movie. Rent it, buy it, whatever. So, so, good.

Me, Chris and Jon have done two podcast episodes at:

http://romanchrisandjon.blogspot.com

It's us talking about basically whatever pops into our weird, perverted skulls and playing really awesome music. It is chock-full of some pretty foul language, so if you're sensitive at all about that, I would recommend staying away from these.

And if you're related to me, seriously, DO NOT LISTEN TO THE SECOND EPISODE. Hahaha. I'm serious. Don't. You don't want to hear any of it. That's not some reverse psychology thing where I'm trying to get you to hear it--don't. Don't. Okay? Don't.

So, that's settled. We're just starting it, so it's a bit shaky -- but there's some gems in there. Send us some emails, even hate mail, sure, even if you've been offended by something we've said, or if you have something funny to share or anything. Thanky.

Last night I got invited out to Buckshot to meet up with Corinne and some friends. I was feeling pretty chuffed (that's right, chuffed) about getting this writing gig, so I decided that having a few celebratory drinks wasn't such a bad idea.

Thankfully, the place wasn't full at all. Buckshot's kind of this kitsch-dive place that's not really a dive. They have skeeball, shuffleboard, weird mounted deer heads adorning the walls, whatever. The reason why I go to Buckshot is for 2 dollar Tecates and PBRs. Call me hipster, scenester, whatever, I don't fucking care-- 2 dollars a can means I get fucked up with a 20 from the ATM, and that's great. Then next door? Nizario's Pizza.

What's also great about Buckshot is it's been home to some of the greatest dance parties ever. Granted, the DJs are hit or miss (and by miss I mean throwing in shit reggae after New Order or something. Dude, cut that shit out.), but when it's hit, it's hit. Last night the DJ was... decent. He had some good moments. So we got out there and started dancing, and basically it was just the four of us on the dance floor, rocking out then taking breaks during down songs. But I guess I was in a good mood, because every time a song started that I recognized, I ran over, grabbed everyone and we would just go crazy.

I realized that everything I've learned from dancing I've learned from two things:

1. Mimes.

2. This:



So I'm flailing around like a freak and I've had some beers, so I don't particularly care if people are looking our way. Even when our friends left and it was just me and Corinne dancing (how it ALWAYS goes), I didn't care. The DJ played tons of my favorite shit and I was drunk. Suddenly, this weird nerdy looking drunk dude saunters up to me and Corinne and says:

Drunk Nerd: You have IT.
Me: I what?
Drunk Nerd: You. Have. It. I don't know what IT is, but you have it.

Then he wandered off and kept pointing me out to people through the night. I didn't know whether to feel flattered or embarrassed.

Drunk History vol. 2.5 - Featuring Jack Black on FunnyOrDie.com