tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post3719254823929558834..comments2007-06-15T09:03:59.417-07:00Julie Goes To Hollywoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884694303085891898juliewords@sbcglobal.netBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post-69343603040680390012007-06-15T09:03:00.000-07:002007-06-15T09:03:00.000-07:00Lawrence, please see to it that I get a review copy, with photos please. I feel this blog is the ideal place to sell a few copies, considering the fawning admiration for B. Maybe we'll even auction off an autographed copy for charity. I'm thinking a UNCF scholarship?Julie Goes To Hollywoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884694303085891898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post-71340701297922387822007-06-15T07:56:00.000-07:002007-06-15T07:56:00.000-07:00I just finished spending three years writing about blacks in porn, so boy, do I have a porn databank in my brain. My book(shameless plug),MONEY SHOT: The Wild Nights and Lonely Days in the Black Porn Industry, comes out this October.Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07814822977297662188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post-55123080677829235802007-06-14T11:40:00.000-07:002007-06-14T11:40:00.000-07:00I can't hear Sister Christian without thinking of that scene in Boogie Nights. Another bit of trivia is that while Marky Mark, John C. Rielly and the other guy flinch every time a firecracker goes off, Alfred Molina just keeps on freebasing and rocking out as if nothing is going on. Apparently he had in-ear monitors playing the music to him which they would later add in post, so the firecrackers were much more muffled.Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17601863377056165200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post-86797805353886843142007-06-14T11:11:00.000-07:002007-06-14T11:11:00.000-07:00Ah, a structuralist. I am happy to know you are reading and not skimming my sorry excuse for erotica.Julie Goes To Hollywoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884694303085891898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post-90227049082936577652007-06-14T08:27:00.000-07:002007-06-14T08:27:00.000-07:00One of the best sentences ever: "Sadly, he reported, there's just no below-the-line money in porn, despite the attractive benefits package, friendly co-workers and inviting workplace environment."Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post-82951517256595552442007-06-14T06:51:00.000-07:002007-06-14T06:51:00.000-07:00I've already called home this month so check that off the list. OK it's not a love scene per se but my fave two-people-together-at-last scene that i find impossibly romantic is the end of Sense and Sensability when Emma Thompson finally realizes Hugh is there for her and loves only her and they get to have each other. Sign me up!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03683346170225148705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post-39498508593545615922007-06-13T22:26:00.000-07:002007-06-13T22:26:00.000-07:00I think they're all rentals, if that helps.Julie Goes To Hollywoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12884694303085891898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post-74026572267493208132007-06-13T19:25:00.000-07:002007-06-13T19:25:00.000-07:00This B guy makes me sick. A volvo, a house in the hills and a cache of porn. What more should one person have!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14756370.post-70619286087628731642007-06-13T17:51:00.000-07:002007-06-13T17:51:00.000-07:00I'm going to start writing porn. I imagine it would be a lot easier to sell.Les Beckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16105313316030728262noreply@blogger.com