LA Woman

scottarty.jpgMy talented photographer husband took this while I was getting ready for the WATCH OUT premiere at El Cid last night. There were other good pictures, too, but when I looked at them all I could see were the crooked hand towels. The night was fun and many peeps showed. It’s always an effective ice breaker when new friends see a close-up of your boobs magnified fifty times on a big screen.

I feel so very LA when I say I went to a movie premiere.

For Trashy Girls who have Considered Suicide…

suicide-girls.jpgHere is a picture of me with the Suicide Girls Radio gals at Indie 103.1. I did an interview with them Sunday night promoting my new movie WATCH OUT, directed by Steve Balderson. The most exciting things about the evening were: being in a radio station at midnight, meeting a Bigfoot hunter and wearing the headphones. I just love any opportunity to wear headphones.

L’Chaim

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I recently made the hajj to my homeland (Jersey not Mecca) to visit my prodigal brother and his five year old son. My once Deadhead brother went the way of Rebbe Nachman- Ukranian rabbi, sage and mystic- about ten years ago and since then has a groovy haircut and spends most of his time davening. This was the first stateside appearance of my Israeli nephew and I fell madly in love with him at first sight. We spent our days walking around the neighborhood while learning new words like house, flower, tree, Winnie-the-Pooh and all the lyrics to “We are the Champions.” The picture is a little blurry because he never stops moving.

On my way out I slipped the adorable little critter a BLT and a Rolling Stones CD and promised him there was more where that came from should he ever decide to run away to Los Angeles and live with us on our heretical commune in Eagle Rock.

Scott and I leave for Japan tomorrow and kick off the Weezer tour in Nagoya on Tuesday. Right now I’m off to try, once again, to shove my motorcycle boots into my suitcase.

Other news: Watch Out was nominated for best international feature at the Raindance Film Festival in London. Mazel Tov, Steve! Here are the festival dates for the Watch Out tour. I’ll be in Coney Island, San Francisco, and Los Angeles. For specifics, check the website: http://www.dikenga.com/films/watchout/

Sept 28 — Raleigh, NC — Sneak Preview for NC Pride
Oct 4 — World Premiere at Raindance
Oct 1 — Nashville, TN — The Belcourt; 7 PM
Oct 3 — Chicago, IL — Leather Archives & Museum; 8 PM
Oct 13 — Lawrence, KS — Liberty Hall; 7 PM
Oct 17 — Washington DC — Lincoln Theatre; Time TBA
Oct 22 — San Francisco — Stagewerx; Time TBA
Oct 23 — San Francisco — El Rio; Time TBA
Oct 24 — San Francisco — Center for Sex & Culture; Time TBA
Oct TBA — Seattle — Seattle LGBT Film Festival; TBA venue/time
Nov 1 — Charlottesville, VA — Virginia Film Festival; Midnight
Nov 5 — Denver — The Oriental Theatre; 8 PM
Nov 6 — Denver — The Oriental Theatre; 8 PM
Nov 8 — Ashville, NC — TBA venue; 9 PM
Nov 19 — Los Angeles — El Cid; 9 PM

WATCH OUT

Here is the trailer for Watch Out, the terrifically sick movie I had the privilege of acting in. Steve Balderson is brilliant and is also possibly the only real independent filmmaker left. We shot it in Wamego, Kansas- home of the OZ Museum (don’t think I wasn’t there every day). I play a double role?the prozac popping prostitute and the pop diva. Watch the trailer all the way through to catch a glimpse of me. I?m the blonde taking her clothes off. Quelle surprise.

Watch Out is based on the controversial novel of the same name by Joseph Suglia.

Check out our website: http://www.dikenga.com/films/watchout/

Watch Out is the story of Jonathan Barrows, a man who falls in love with himself, literally. He is secretly attracted to his own body, carries out an erotic relationship with a blow-up doll that resembles him, and takes pleasure in rejecting the advances of his many admirers, both male and female. He descends into a world of carnivorous priests and Prozac-popping Polish prostitutes and eventually assassinates the world’s most popular pop-diva. “You strange creatures,” Barrows declares, “you are nothing more to Me than a meal at the fast-food restaurant of life.” But who will end up being devoured?”