Thoughtless for the Day

Anyhoo, Vienna and I were watching JCS (the 1973 version, not the 2000 version which features none of the original cast, as a series of drug busts and charges of cannibalism over the years have made it impossible for most them to re-enter the United States. And don't even get me started on Godsmell and Your Arms Too Short to Box With Quetzalcoatl.) when I noticed that the actor/singer playing "Peter" looked kind of familiar. I was fairly certain that I remembered him from an episode of Room 222* where all the kid's 4H projects caught rabies and Miss Mcintyre had to undergo a series of painful injections. In fact, I even went so far as to say "Hey, the actor/singer playing 'Paul' looks kind of familiar. I think I remembered him from an episode of Room 222 where all the kid's 4H projects caught rabies and Miss Mcintyre had to undergo a series of painful injections." "Looks like another smelly hippie to me," Vienna said before musing on how cool it would be if Jesus really had been the on of God and really had magical powers and had run around preaching peace and love instead of condemning trees to death. Since Vienna's thoughts were much deeper than anything I can come up with, were going to skip over them and concentrate on the actor/singer who played "Peter"

Although he's credited as "Philip Toubus", today his name is Robert Paulsen Paul Thomas (two apostles for the price of one) and he's graduated from being the double-threat of actor/singer to being the quadruple-threat of actor/singer/writer/director. And he's managed to accomplish this monumental leap by spending the last 33 years many, many, many dirty movies.

Yes, the man who once stood on a hill next to Mary Magdalene and sang "Could We Start Again, Please?" to Jesus Christ is the same man responsible for Janine's Got Male, If the Balls Fit, Suck 'Em!, Prettiest Tits I Ever Came Across, and Guess Who Came at Dinner?

I honestly don't know what we're supposed to take away from this. Maybe it's that you never know where life will lead you, or some crap about not judging a book by its cover. Maybe the whole thing is just an excuse for me to attempt to introduce "If the Balls Fit, Suck 'Em!" into the modern lexicon? I do know that I should get bonus points for avoiding the temptation to christen this piece either "Jesus Christ Pornostar" or "Jesus Christ Superstud". As this post's only real purpose is to test RATYHTL's new blogging software, your best approach would probably be to simply ignore it.

* I've always wanted to film an adaptation of George Orwell's 1984 (as opposed to Barbara Courtland's 1984?) that would remain completely faithful to the book up until the point when Winston Smith is about to be summoned to Room 101. Smith (portrayed in a surprisingly effective manner by Johnny Knoxville, or incompetently by whatever Scientologist Actor/ Auditor the producers force on me) will be sitting, terrified, in a holding cell when an emotionless voice over the intercom announces "Room 222." Cue the theme music. Screaming "No, no! Anything but that!", Smith is dragged from the room by two teenagers sporting sideburns and bellbottoms, and dragged to a classroom where Mr. Dixon has written 2 + 2 = 5 on the blackboard. At this point the action becomes frantic and confused: Principal Kaufman is put on trial for heresy, Bernie is declared to be the living embodiment of Nietzsche's Superman, and Karen Valentine is offered as the prize at a cockfight.

My other film projects include Fight Club: the Musical and a remake of Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ featuring an all-midget cast

I did mention that this is merely a test post; right?