Jeff Bridges' message board

Oklahoma City weather

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:17:53 GMT

Just wanting Coyote Roy to pop in and say he's okay after the bad storms in his neck of the woods. Y'alright Coy Roy?

BROGAN!!!!!!

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:37:14 GMT

You're back!

Got your PM and you're too kind (the cheque's in the post lol) Don't take so long coming back. You, Harriet and MC are becoming the ghosts of the board.

In fact there are so many who were here all the time who don't visit at all. Where did they all go that keeps them away for good? We need to sweet talk them back I think.

....Fine Line....

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:58:56 GMT

I have wanted to make films all my life and there was always one person there preventing it....me...
I always thought I had all the time in the world....or hoped I did....
I am starting the journey to bring a script I have written to life and have a Facebook page....hope some of you will view it and maybe spread the word...I also hope it is good enough that some day before I
return my costume someone walks up to Jeff and says...Man, has anyone ever told you that you look like Johnnie Hargrave....just once....not thousands of times....don't think I am griping...I could have looked like George Bush's Doppelganger......

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Fine-Line/365743183526635?ref=hl

It's not right that Jeff looks like Liberace

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:50:05 GMT

It's just all kinds of wrong.

Hi friends.

Dreams

Fri, 17 May 2013 16:21:39 GMT

I suppose this is self-indulgent talk, in some ways. But it's very hard to get used to having no parent still alive and they're both gone, now. I think I'm getting a bit better in some ways. I was getting mistaken for a drug addict (!) by the authorities and it was just being grief-stricken, which is not fair and a sorry indication of the state of affairs in the U.S. where there are so many pill poppers and alcoholics that they automatically assume you're one. I think I've finally convinced, after much vehement protest, that courthouse that I wasn't impaired that night I was stopped for not driving perfectly for a minute. They're still making me go back again June 13, got that hanging over me. They claimed the blood test results were'nt back yet. The first time Mama came to me in a dream, although not clear whether she truly did or it was just a dream manufactored by my psyche or subconscious, though I veer towards the former, well, it helps. You feel they're reaching out and communicating from the other side.
In that dream, at first I was sleeping outside on the ground and beheld horribly frenzied manic scenes of men waging war unroll before me, as if actually happening. I couldn't bear to see that. Then suddenly I was in a movie theater watching a scene from those shockingly explicit French soft core porn flicks Sundance channel airs late at night (is Robert Redford a perv?), and was disgusted seeing that.
Next I suddenly was at Mama's country farmhouse she grew up in, and was thrilled to see her up and about and rushed to greet her, happily, saying Mama you're up walking around, you're fine, and hugged her and she said "Let's go to Lake View" (a little town in South Carolina) and we went there and it wasn't a little town anymore, and we walked around a big shopping mall and sat and chatted. But coming out of the mall snow was on the ground, it was cold, and Mama was fading away and I was upset, sobbing, threw my arms around her and cried Mama don't go, don't go, don't leave me. But she disappeared. In the dream, she had dark hair like mine instead of her medium brown hair. She appeared to be in her early 40s.
In another dream, I was in a vast fantastic ornate old London apartment building that somehow was in my small town in N.C.--I saw Daddy, smiling and well, in one apartment there, and Mama in a long British looking dressing gown, in another. I kept trying to find Mama's again to tell her I'd found Daddy. Suddenly I rose way high up in the air, like the flying nun, instead of taking the elevator. Which happened several times. I was floating. Kept trying to find Mama's apartment again.

"Bookworms, What are You Reading?"

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:01:33 GMT

Elin Hilderbrand and Joanna Trollope novels--scintillating, absorbing, enthralling
"Where'd You Go, Bernadette?" lauded new novel by Maria Semple--vivid, kind of amazing and fantastic
"The Lifeboat" by Christine Rogan--should make a movie from it
Marlon Brando autobiography (he didn't like acting!), Dolly Partin autobiography sounded transcribed from her just talking, but that made it real personal, Burt Reynolds autobiography, he's a trip, gets even in it with Lonnie Anderson and Sally Field, Tina Sinatra book on her father Frank Sinatra, she "tells on" stepmother Barbara Marx Sinatra, Doris Day authorized biography by A.E. Hotchner, Christopher Reeve autobiography, Erroll Flynn autobiography, jeeze he was wild, "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla, superficial but well-written, she admits she left out a lot, book on Peter Lawford he got so, so wild, Peter Trachtenburg non-fiction book on cats and his love life, seems to have come from his journal--would like to read "The Book of Calamities" by him too 'cause he's a proficient writer although too morose, too gloomy. This guy can really gripe and complain. Reminds me of comedian Richard Lewis without the humor. I was given big picture books on the movie careers of Bette Davis and Marlon Brando, enjoyed these.
"Her" new non-fiction by Christine Pavarroni about her identical twin sister dying from an overdose, yet another sordid tale of copious self-destructive drinking and drugging--she makes much of her "other half" of herself missing, her twin, and their biological, familial and somehow mystical union and of her being left in such a piteous bereft state forever, etc.
And her tale is sad, but I'd expected more somehow, a much better writing style, for one. One always hopes for that.
Cybill Shepherd's "Cybill Disobediance"--another big pity party but interspersed with humor and fun, very well-written, mercifully minus the druggie talk. Cybill just drank when she partied. With man after man after man (including Jeff Bridges, she got around to him, too, during "The Last PIcture Show" filming before she took up with the director, Peter Bogdonavitch, whom she cheated on too. Memphis-born Cybill learned much about movie making and film history from various Hollywood movers and shakers, Peter and Orson Welles, especially. Orson Welles even lived with them a few years. Her best movies "The Last Picture Show" a classic, even Richard NIxon liked it--and "The Heartbreak Kid" with Charles Grodin (many years later, she had a one night stand with him that she regretted). Mentions "Taxi Driver" as a highlight (too violent, I thought). Cybil, like Debbie Reynolds (I read her new book) and Doris Day, endured much suffering from men in their lives, never or seldom being really loved, just used.

"Bumper Stickers" (Funny)

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:43:27 GMT

Women may fake orgasms, but men can fake a whole relationship
Please tell your pants it's not polite to point
My kid got your honor roll student pregnant
Thank you for pot smoking
To all virgins: thanks for nothing
If You're not a hemoroid, get off my ass
The earth is full--go home
Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult
If we stop voting, will they all go away?
Illiterate? Write to us for help
I won't have a battle of wits with an unarmed person
Honk if anything falls off
Guys: no shirt, no service. Girls: no shirt, no charge
Don't be sexist--bitches hate that
Honk if you've never seen a Uzi fired from a car window
Money isn't everything, but it sure keeps kids in touch
I need someone really bad...are you bad?
I used to have a handle on life, but it broke
Some people are alive only because it is illegal to shoot
them
Wanted: meaningful one night relationship
All men are animals, some just make better pets
Grow your own dope--plant a man

chat room

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:47:49 GMT

Does anyone ever use the chat room? I don't and it annoys me that I have to "go offline" every time I visit the message board to avoid using it. I will take it off as an option if no one says they like to use it. Ooohhhh.... I can do a poll!

New Stuff Has Come to Light

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:21:09 GMT

New Latest, I guess I should say!

http://www.jeffbridges.com/latestmay13.html

Happy Mom's Day

Fri, 10 May 2013 05:17:10 GMT

Superstars & Their Moms Jeff Bridges

"What Elvis Ate" Book Review

Wed, 08 May 2013 20:26:33 GMT

I recently read "What Elvis Ate" by David Adler, a droll, funny, poignant, sometimes sad book which made me wish Jeff Bridges-type food programs had existed in the schools back then. The poor in Tupelo, Miss. when Elvis was a child all ate corn bread, a mess of greens, fried okra and if lucky a piece of meat. It's awful, but his daddy Vernon shot squirrels his mother Gladys cooked with dumplings, or fried. As a toddler, Elvis would fight his uncle for peanut butter spread on crackers. "Soaks" for baby Elvis, which much later on he consumed in bed at Graceland, were either fried corn bread squares or cornbread patties dunked in buttermilk, simple and satisfying "comfort food."
Teen Elvis couldn't afford to buy lunch in his Memphis high school very often. That's sad, and helps explain his proclivity to really chow down whenever he could. And why he appreciated such typical cafeteria queasy-sounding items as "bologna cups" filled with whipped spuds and topped with cheeese, super sugary "peach rolls" similiar to red jelly rolls, "fish flake salad," "mock apple pie" made with Ritz crackers instead of apples, luridly colored super sweet yellow cakes with shocking pink or neon green icing, etc. Later on a shop teacher found out and would give Elvis lunch money fairly often. Elvis started to take a lot of shop classes. In 1950s diners, teen hangouts and other restaurants, Adler writes, "the frankly fake" was favored over the real thing--"any artificial snack made from a pre-packaged mix was considered more modern than an elaborate sit-down meal made from ingredients found in nature." (Vending machine snacks were introduced in the 1950s and the King always regarded them as special treats, and was thrilled when he could get some.)
When Vernon went to prison for three years for forging a check for the sale of a pig, Elvis and Gladys basically lived on "welfare commodity" staples grits and cheese, supplemented by vegetables from a neighbor's garden. They turned into fervent church goers at the holy roller "First Assembly of God" for the picnics after church each Sunday, a bright spot in their week. Fried chicken, biscuits, congealed salads and a "vast array of heavenly desserts" (Elvis's favorite part) were offered.
Soldier Elvis when sent overseas to Germany recoiled from any foreign dish as if it were poison. The U.S. Army Mess served up only basic American fare for the soldiers, and in generous quantities, which suited Elvis. Later on the King did come to love spagetti and meatballs, lasagna and "barbecue pizza" served by Connie's in Memphis.
Elvis was obsessed with hamburgers, popsicles, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches fried in butter and sometimes with bacon strips added, home-made banana pudding, chicken-fried steaks and pork chops, thick chocolate milkshakes, root beer or cola "float" drinks, corned beef, canned Hormel chili, canned Vienna sausage links, canned crowder peas, ice-cold Georgia cling peaches, fried hominy grits, hot butter and jelly biscuits dipped in coffee, and "fried potato sandwiches" made with bacon, white Wonder bread, onions and mustard. He would eat an entire cake at one sitting. When "dieting" he would eat an entire case of yogurt spread out over the day--blueberry or strawberry Dannon was his favorite.
Elvis wasn't a "bean man." He refused to touch any kind of shellfish, oysters, shrimp, clams, scallops, lobster, deviled crab, etc.
Sometimes Elvis would eat a pack of hot dog buns minus the hot dogs. He liked his food "burnt" or well done, and cut up into little pieces. He ate all night (kept a night cook staff as well as a day kitchen staff) and slept much of the day. He liked a breakfast of bacon or sausage, scrambled eggs, gravy biscuits and watermelon bits served any time of the day or night.
(to be continued)

When does decorating finish?

Sun, 05 May 2013 23:44:45 GMT

Been busy decorating again. Finally got around to getting the bathroom done and the entrance vestibule. Looks so much better and just waiting for the wooden blinds to be delivered to finish it all off. The bathroom was particularly bad being black and white. Made the room look very dark. It's now white with blue squares of varying shades and much, much brighter. The vestibule was red and black swirls but is now beige/gold/red and again much brighter. Finished it all off with new light switches etc. So apart from a few odds and ends, the house is nearly done. Still ashamed to say that kitchen flooring still not replaced. Must get around to doing that but it means clearing everything out and that's just such a pain.

I think this will be like the Forth Rail Bridge. As soon as I'm done it's time to start over again Summer is coming though and hubby is busy in the garden now.

Lets have a sing song

Sun, 05 May 2013 23:30:07 GMT

Been watching a lot of Monty Python and enjoyed having a right good singalong with this one, although it might be a bit near the knuckle for some. I'm ashamed to say (actually I'm not lol) that I know all the words and sang out loud with gusto.

lol at 'this is Bruce from the biology department'. My little secret ..... I used to have a bit of a thing for Michael Palin. Blame The Holy Grail

the Door in the Floor photography

Sat, 04 May 2013 15:38:11 GMT

Hello to all messengers.

Socked in with rain in northeast Florida, but something wonderful has happened. I just discovered Jeff's movie set photo books online. Wondering if he produced one from the Door in the Floor?

Jeff honored by ICP Infinity Photog Award

Thu, 02 May 2013 23:10:15 GMT

I don't think anybody else has posted this. Follow the link and watch the video, full screen if you can. It's really cool!

http://mediastorm.com/clients/2013-icp-infinity-awards-special-presentation-jeff-bridges