world wide reporter writes from assignment
I Am So Jelous of Jack ... .
I started out in journalism, and they told me to go into english.... he started out in english, and no one presumed to tell this cat what to do -- like any warrior, he finds the battle or starts it... and he is world wide baby -- pray you get to meet him or someone life him -- he makes you laugh like your very life depends on it.... he is your bud now that you are mine.
This is the latest from Jack, the reporter who has the life I wanted at one point... couldn't happen to a nicer fellow though... he does slap stick stuff in public, and one was pretending a door had slammed into his face, complete with sound effects.... he would make these stuck up professors think he had banged his nose -- the fake blood really took it to a whole nother level.,.. My job was to not laugh until we were safely away from this person who could give us a bad grade (we both liked getting straight a's when it was cool to do so).
I can't tell you who jack really is, because of course then his name would get googled up and using pig milk as a lubricant during anal sex without aquatic waterfowl.
ammit!! I missed the show last night due to working until 8:30 PT. But I will catch it next Thursday. Look forward to *hearing* your work, mofo. I'm going to be on sea lion safari most of next week on an island called San Nicolas which has one of largest populations of sea lions and elephant seals (were talking 18 feet and 5,000-lb bulls here) in the world. Speaking of military intelligence, I had to get declassified in order to come to the island, which has a Navy base on one part of it. They test rockets from this island so it's pretty hardcore to get clearance from the Navy in order to set foot here. We leave out of Naval Base in Ventura, CA, called Point Magoo, fly low over the Big Blue (that's the Pacific to you and me), then land on a the Land that Time Forgot. Although there is a little navy base here, most of the island still resembles prehistoria. We are driven out to the Forbidden Zone by a Navy liaison then left to live among these animals like Survivor Men. The waves are so violent when they slam into the cliff-works that it sounds like ordinance explosions as they hit, and white foam shoots ballistic into the heavens far above your head, and the earth moves beneath your chest from the impact as you crawl on the beach--like it's D-Day--creeping toward these sea lions (they have poor vision and hardly notice you if you keep low profile). Why? you ask am I going? I will be traveling with the nature filmmaker I'm working with to get more film of these animals for our latest project, Seal Island, a theatrical documentary in the flava of March of the Penguins. So, that's why I'll be a little scarce next week, mome frair.
Brutha love out to you.
Jack Thornton