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YAY! Very funny of them to mention me! I got a lot of hits from this! And a few people showed up from seeing that News item!

October is gonna be THE month to do my Acting Workshop/Parties!

I was stopped at a light and I looked over at a 7-11 and notivced the windows were decorated with Xmas designs...

It's not even Halloween and they are already pushing Xmas!!!

Thinking about this, I wondered if people/actors would want to give their friends and families the gift of seeing them in a DVD?

How cool would that be, if you sent a DVD of a performance of yours made at one of my Workshops? Maybe the people you send them to would be your biggest supporters, maybe they funded your move to Hollywood, maybe you could even create a part where they are mentioned in the story?

One actor showed up for a Workshop wearing a t-shirt that had advertising on it. A big no-no in my workshop, because I don't want to have to blur out any copyrighted logos, but he told me it was a t-shirt of his brother's steakhouse back home and he wanted to surprise him with it.

That was cool!

I was just looking back at some of the footage I shot for a Workshop a few weeks ago and I was thinking how people always ask me, "What kind of movies are these?"

I always downplay it because these are not like Big Hollywood movies, but when I try to describe it as a dogme 95 film, I lose them.

I haven't had anyone really hate any of the results of what we do yet, and I know people are way more critical of films than almost anything.

I remember in Texas, a band I was friends with invited all of their friends to a recording studio where we were asked to write one or two cool lines that we thought might make good lyrics and they scrambled them all up and improvised it right there. We even got to scream backup on some tracks!

It was a blast! We all had fun! The song wasn't great, but when ever I heard it later, I would think about that party and how much fun it was to be a part of something weird and creative.

I always thought, How cool would life be if we could live it creatively like that? Just making cool stuff up and having fun all the time.

Shooting on Hollywood Blvd sucked!

I don't know what I was thinking?

There were so many freaks trying to hustle people for money, or street teams trying to hand out hip hop CDs nobody wanted, or scary people trying to get seats filled for the "Jimmy Kimmel Show."

I felt ridiculous!

I was attacked and racially abused by a Black Man trying to hand me a DVD he was selling. I politely told him my hands were full with my cameras and clipboard of Release Form signatures and he exploded as if I was dissing him.

He began screaming and yelling, "The White Man rules the Earth! It's a White Man's World! You got it made, White Man, the World is Yours!"

He went on and on screaming in my face. I was so scared. People began crowding around, cause it looked like I was gonna get an ass kicking and watching it was going to be the only Free Show on the block.

I moved everything I was carrying into my left hand and made room to take his DVD, but he pushed me and scream, "Don't worry White Man, It's Okay! I can live without your help!"

It was so scary! I am a man, but I was very close to tears. It was like I was a kid on a playground about to get beat up by the bully. I so wanted God to reach down and lift me up and over to the Pacific Northwest to a cabin isolated from scary people. Bigfoot would be my friend, I just know it!

While walking away to safety, I was stopped by a crew from HGTV interviewing people on the street. They broke the ice by asking me if I was okay. I wondered if they filmed the incident?

Then they asked me about the decor of my home. I realized the guy asking me was the host of a new show and whose promos I love. I couldn't find his name online, but he has an English accent, I think.

I answered the questions and I guess I was pretty funny, because they all laughed and he told me they had been at it all day and I was his favorite, so maybe you'll see me in a new HGTV promo!

Or maybe you'll see me in BET's "Kick Whitey's Ass" promo.

Today, I'm out on the streets of Hollywood passing out flyers for the Acting Workshop and another Mad Movie Party!

I am going to be worn out for sure at the end of the day!

I will be shooting a film as I go along meeting people.

I'm wondering where I should park and how much money it will be when I'm done?

I hope I don't get beat up by some crazy person.

I hope it's not too hot today.

I hope I have enough battery power.

I hope I have enough tape.

I hope I don't look like an idiot doing this!

The coolest thing guys find out when they sign up for my Acting Workshop, is how many Hot girls are in my classes!

One guy sent me the nicest email:

"Jerry, thanks so much for letting me take your class. I hope I didn't ruin the movie, but when I had to kiss Karen and Monica in those scenes, I thought I was going to freak out! Those were the 1st kissing/love scenes I've ever done! Well done, Sir! I will take the class again and again, if you let me! Mark"

Tomorrow, I'm going out on the streets to shoot another movie using only people that I find walking around. It will be interesting and I admit I'm a little scared, but I hope it will be cool.

I was telling another friend how I'm working up to make one feature film a day starting on New Year's Day as an Art Project... 365 films, or is 2007 a leap year? I don't know...

I had to look up what year it is now.

I'm Chronologically-Challenged!

Shopping for strollers is fun for only those "Breeders" that love hanging out in crowded stores with screaming babies.

If you don't have any snappers, just for kicks; go hangout at "Babies R Us" and I bet you'll never get an erection again!

Aaron and Woody love taking their young wives out to find baby crap, but I couldn't wait to make a break for it and escape the store.

Come on LA Friends!

That means you!

Be in a movie!

It's fun!

It's a good cause!

If you have to Act in a movie before September ends, let it be this one! Secret Time and Location!

No pressure, just fun, Act in movie, get something for your reel, or show people you're finally in a movie made in (or near, or at least North) Hollywood!

Don't wait!

Let's do it now!

Meet cool and pretty people!

If you're a pretty person, you can meet average looking people, too!

End this month with this AWESOME EVENT!

I've been running an ad for office help for the Acting Workshop!

One of the benefits of working with me is getting to take as many of the classes as they want and to be in the films!

The resumes are pretty impressive! There is such a huge work force out there needing work.

There are so many young women who came out here to Hollywood to find stardom and their money ran out, mommy and daddy won't help and maybe they don't have much in the way of marketable job skills.

Things get desperate when the bills are passed due. It's so sad. Things can get dangerous and there are those that will take advantage.

I want to help them all, but what can I do?

I love driving around downtown LA late night and very early morning!

One of my favorite places to just go and hang out and think is Union Station!

I like to see people come in, see them meet family, lovers, friends, I like to think about where their going...

I imagine hopping a train with no idea where it's going and taking that journey to another life. I just change my identity. Change my name. Find another way of life in another city.

Maybe fall in love with a beautiful woman who will have no idea that I'm not who I am...

But what if she isn't who she says she is?

What if the city isn't what it claims to be?

What if America itself is a lie?

What if dreams were real and the waking life was the illusion?

My friend Jamie also loves Agatha Christie!

The BBC has been running some great radio dramas based on Agatha Christie's books and Poirot adventures, but my favorite radio series right now is "The Radio Detectives" where Professor Jeffery Richards looks at the history of mysterious dramatized on the radio. Great stuff!

Nothing is better than reading a thriller or mystery and trying to solve the puzzle, when your own life is puzzling.

I love this picture of Scarlett Johansson because it's in the color I decorated my bathroom...

Oh, and I love her boobs, too!

I like when the ladies hold their boobies like this, but I'd like it more if they'd let me hold them like that!

And rarely, if ever, do they let me...

Getting all Gangsta with two of The Platters and some White guy!

These guys were so cool and sweet to me.

You know they got stories!

When I was younger I was hosting a radio show on Satellite Music Network called, "The Greatest Hits of All Time" where I played songs by The Platters.

Imagine there was once a time when teenagers could go see a live concert of Black performers and not be in fear for their life.

Unfortunately, at that same time those same performers had to ride in the back of the bus.

I met the fantastic Actress Ana Maria from Larry Clark's "Wassup Rockers" today!

She is so cool and funny! We talked about Larry Clark, who is a hero of mine and we talked about Texas, which is where she's from. She's got so much going on for herself. She's done so many cool things. She's smart and knows what she wants.

I was telling her about when I met Larry Clark, how he looked like he could have been a Homeless person. And I wondered how he got his work funded?

Then she said, "He just does it."

I love him, don't get me wrong, I'm just saying he's not pretty like Bryan Singer. I felt he could harm me when we met.

He's such an outsider, I think and that's what I dig about Artists like him.

I wish I could be that kind of uncompromising Artist. When I'm shaving and seeing myself in the mirror, I imagine being that kind of Artist, but all I see is the Homeless person I look like...

Many people saw it, but few will admit to what they believe it was. Would you have the guts to stand up and speak out about what you saw?

Don't be afraid!

I know I'm not the only one that likes to visit Coral Cafe, cause we see UFOs there quite a bit!

I know that they have a lot more power and technology than we do, and if they wanted to wipe us out, they would.

I read that something like 7 Million die each year from Cancer! That seems like a War we should be fighting!

Maybe the aliens should help cure us?

Anousheh Ansari, the super hot Iranian-American, by way of Dallas Texas, is a the telecommunications entrepreneur who took off on a Russian rocket bound for the international space station, achieving her dream of becoming the world's first paying female space tourist.

She blew $20 Million like she was getting Anal Bleaching!

There's nothing her husband will be able to do in the future that will compare to this trip for her. He might as well pack it up!

Husband: Honey, guess what I did today?

Wife: Did you go into Space, too?

Husband: Uhh, No?

Wife: Well, baby, I'm sure it was nice whatever you did.

For some time, I've been working on a novel that deals with an army small autonomous robots that are sent to Mars to build structures and cities for the coming astronauts.

Years pass because political troubles and a great depression shakes Earth's finances, but the robots keep building with tireless speed and independent skills.

The self replicating machines gain a sort of sentience and a paranoid-like virus corrupts their thinking, causing them to erect buildings and whole cities with deadly traps and terrifying mazes to kill the humans they've grown to hate due to lack of contact.

I was listening to Coldplay singing, "Square One" with the lyrics, "The future's for discovering/The space in which we're traveling," as I read an email from a friend who knows my obsession with the life of L. Ron Hubbard.

She had sent me a transcript of LRH from a lecture called "Krakatoa and Beyond", Oct 3, 1968, where he is saying, all of us on Earth were implanted 75 million years ago with false memories and these implants cause us to do all sorts of crazy things, and Christianity is a religious system built on parts of the implants, and being Christian means being under the control of a false memory implant.

Very Philip K. Dick! I dig it! Like the God gene story, how we're programmed genetically to worship something.

I remember talking with LRH's old agent the late Forry Ackerman and Ray Bradbury over dinner at the Dresden when my x-wife was doing PR for the rerelease of "Earth vs the Flying Saucers" with a theatrical showing at The Vista.

I asked Forry about the legend of the manuscript of a HUGE novel by LRH that no publisher wanted to buy back in the 40's and how they pulled off the coolest scam ever.

He spilled the beans!

They just happened to hear about an editor who jumped to his death over his own serious depression, so they concocted a story that everyone and anyone who read the novel went insane and killed themselves and they bound the pages in a lead box.

Even Newsweek picked up the story as truth! This was the "Blair Witch" of its day! These guys ROCKED! They won big and partied like it was 1899!

Anyone cool in LA knew the story and everyone wanted to make a story out of it. John Carpenter did and it was called, "In the Mouth of Madness."

It should have been better a better movie, but at least we'll always have The Dresden.

Finally, I have made it into the LA Weekly!

I was drinking heavily at Chevy's with a friend and picked up an LA Weekly to see what movies I wouldn't go to, even if you were paying me.

Then I drank more.

I had to tell my friend, that I'm not a drinker, it's very rare to see me with a drink. Usually my glass is empty when you see me.

At home in the bathroom, because the Chevy's Margarita had taken advantage of and even tried to rape my bladder, I noticed my words, then my name in this week's LA Weekly!

I'm so famous!

It made me want to celebrate! But I had already drank too much...

Oh well, the act of creation should be celebration enough for me and being a published writer is an immense accomplishment!

I soon hope the work I do for LA Weekly will not only provide me with a comfortable living, but also feed me creatively.

Jerry Lentz in LA Weekly!

Whenever I see a Band-aid on the sidewalk, I think it's hurt.

I scrapped myself many times on the sidewalk. Stepped on many a cracks. Stepped on lots of gum. Tripped over dozens of Homeless.

Still, the first thought when I see a Band-aid is someone thought the sidewalk needed it, rather than someone peeled their HIV toxic scab and dropped it, so it could stick to the bottom of my boot and find it's way onto my carpet at home.

I remember eating with a friend when I was about 18 at a burger joint in Alabama, he bit into his cheeseburger, with his teeth and a funny look on his face, he pulled out a Band-aid that was between the cheese and the meat.

He seemed fine, but I completely lost it!

I couldn't deal with that image!

It upset me so much, I even stopped being his friend.

It was so weird, it was like I was the only person in Hollywood!

It was like Everyone was dead, or Vampires, or maybe it was a Jewish Holiday...

The streets were empty as far as I could see!

It was about 3PM and I was completely alone on Hollywood Blvd for maybe 10 minutes. At first, I started to panic and run down the street like Tom Cruise in "Vanilla Sky" but thought better.

It was so strange. I thought it might mean something. I pondered.

Back in the car, I got stuck in traffic on Vine, Now that's better!

I found a car whose owner is a true Comedy Fan!

And I think a Scientologist, too.

I've been thinking of getting some stage time to do some more comedy. I've been working on some material for quite awhile and I think it's pretty good. It's not my usual stuff.

People who know me have seen me carrying around my notebook and they can tell something is up.

This new work of mine is offensive and dangerous, however, not funny at all.

But I think it's some of my best comedy work!

So many friends I know are getting thinner and thinner, but I expand.

I blame Coral Cafe for putting in a display case for their desserts! It can't be my fault, can it?

Yahoo News ran a Doctor's suggestion on what drinks one could have that would replace sodas and everyone on them was sweetened... Like Kool-aid was a better choice than ice tea? Ice tea wasn't even mentioned!

The Doc even went on about Diet Sodas being good for you???!!

Who paid her off?

I'm not getting my health News from Yahoo any more!

A couple of friends do the Weight Watchers Classes and I was thinking of joining, because they said they actually have so much fun and that I might meet some nice people there.

I was talking about it last night and another friend has been doing the Jenny Craig thing and she loves that one.

I have to do something better, than what I'm doing. I ate a whole box of Wheat Thins in one sitting while I watched Eon McKai's "Kill Girl Kill."

That can't be good. And the Ranch Dip had gone all sour!

I hope THAT was Ranch!!!

I feel it being 9/12, it would be poor taste to go out and enjoy myself when so many are suffering, plus if there are LA terrorist threats as is rumored by the guy that lives under the discarded couch next to where I park the car, I don't wanna be buried under the rubble while watching "Beerfest."

Maybe "The Illusionist" but not "Beerfest" or "Step Up."

I know I'll never forget where I was on that day however many years ago it was, but I think I need to try and get over the constant sadness I feel.

I need to try and move on with my life.

Walking around seems to help. However, I notice I am looking down too much. I need to pick my head up and look to the sky more, but when I do I trip over things.

When I get sad, which is actually most of the time, and I find people being mean to me, which is all the time, I think I'd like to live in a tree house far, far away in some forrest where no one lives and is far away from any cities and noise.

It would need to be lower to the ground than most tree houses as my fear of heights seems to have grown.

I'd also need to have satellite tv so I could watch my shows.

Oh, and be near a 24 Hour Diner so I could get my food and see strippers stopping in for coffee and pie after getting off work at 2AM when the clubs close.

But other than that, completely desolate.

In remembrance of 9/11, I went to American Apparel!

As you can imagine, I'm not the type to let terrorists, Nazis, or anyone keep me from living my day as I choose to spend it.

So I chose to wear my 4400 Baby Rib Fitted Short Sleeve Black T-Shirt from American Apparel. This is the first item I've purchased from them, as I usually just spank it to their ads in LA Weekly and the Women/Intimates section of their website.

I can do this because last time I checked (just moments ago...) this is NOT Nazi Germany!

I would know it by the tilted sets and silent, Black and White cinematography, like in the film, "Phantom" F.W. Murnau’s other film I just watched. I love "Faust" and "Sunrise," too, but that's all I ever hear about... 'bout time someone stepped up to the plate and see this film!

Why isn't there more talk about what a great story there is of the Brilliant Thea von Harbou, who wrote great things like this, yet stays and works with the Nazis even after her Jew husband Fritz Lang runs for his life? I guess the "brillant" can be very cold.

And Thea von Harbou was one cold German bitch!

Hung out with Filmmaker J.D. Mata this morning talking about his feature, "Mexican-American Psycho" and his music.

The guy is so nice and talented.

He was a bit sore because he had just shot a scene where he is wrestled on a bed by a beautiful Karate girl and his neck is twisted from that activity. He is doing his own stunts!

By choice!

There is a scene in the film where he falls from an overpass and lands on a moving truck. He really does it!

I wondered if he had missed the truck and died, if his crew would have just packed up his gear and left without calling for help. Crews can be like that sometimes.

Years ago there was a horror film being shot in Texas, I won't say what the film was just to be safe, but there was an AD on it that was pretty horrible to everyone, even fondled one of the actresses inappropriately.

Things turned really bad when a PA threatened to call the Cops when he caught the AD selling drugs to some of the locals. In retaliation he set the PA's car on fire, supposedly...

At a strip club that was one of the locations, the AD was knifed and found dead by a dumpster behind the club. The assistant cameraman feeling it should be documented, shot footage of the AD's body in the morning light with what was left of the night's film stock.

That footage ended up in the film!

Horror film with REAL DEAD GUY!

That's so wrong, dude!

Now, back to J.D. Mata...



I'd say we've known each other for years, just from seeing one another at the same places all the time, but mostly because I think we have similar likes and dislikes. Old souls, I think.

We were talking about making our "art" and meeting interesting people along the way. Everything is connected and the fun part about your journey is the relationships you make along the path.

Doing my Acting Workshop, I've learned so much about people. Some good things and some bad things, but all very interesting.

There are people that want to be creative and just dive in and splash around and have fun thinking stuff up and making it happen, but so many just fight it every step of the way.

This is one of my favorite spots I've used in my Acting Workshop, the Whitley Terrace Steps!

I love this place!

This Whitley Heights neighborhood was home to Rudolph Valentino, Pola Negri, Judy Garland and Charlie Chaplin.

I believe I've lived here before.

One time a friend found a picture that he thought looked like me at a yard sale, it was of Kurt Weill walking up Whitley Terrace in the 1930's.

Sadly, I've become so out of shape that my Acting Workshop students worried I was going to pass out as we were shooting on the steps. I was sweating and red and out of breath...

I thought I was going to die!

I wasn't even running, or moving fast, I don't get it...

So, I took to the steps all alone to see what it was all about. I still got winded. I believe it's psychosomatic. Maybe it's my fear of heights too.

You can't tell from the picture by it's a long way down, or up...

One wrong step and I'm the priest in "The Exorcist" that tumbles down the stairs and ends up with his head twisted back.

It was forty years ago, on September 8, 1966, "Star Trek" first appeared on TV!

And then, forty years of my life was wasted...

Here's Shatner's sex tape with Angie Dickenson just to celebrate!

This is a big month for acting with me gearing up like many people here are, for Actorfest 2006!

Today I was preparing for another Workshop shoot in Burbank and Atwater Village that stated at 10AM.

Aaron called and had broken two teeth that needed to be removed immediately. So I ran over to pick him up and take him to get both teeth ripped out. They drugged him till he was uberloopy and all scary crazy.

His face was packed with gauze, but blood was still pouring out of his face. Gross!

I made it back to the Workshop secret location just in time to wait for 11 actors be late for the class. Nice!

I was reading my friend David's thoughts over at GreenCine Daily talking about the black comedy "Expiration Date" and it's director Rick Stevenson's distribution tactic with the film playing at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery on September 14, and why he believes regional filmmaking will play a major role in the future of indies.

Then I commented that there was a moment at the beginning of Patton Oswalt's documentary/performance film "The Comedians of Comedy" where he talks about using the Punk Band model.

All these little clubs that were set up for bands and how they loaded up the bus of comics to hit those regional venues.

I would love to be part of a small group of filmmakers in a bus with our movies going town to town making our own festivals and hitting the clubs like the Suicide Girls, but you know... with movies!

Maybe when the price of gas goes down... Huh?

Then, the ever so cool Sujewa Ekanayake wrote:

Hey Jerry,

That's already happening: at Microcinemas, regular movie theaters, alternative screening venues. Filmmakers are touring with their movies the way punk bands tour with their act/live show. See my blog for more info.
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I think it's high time a movie about a band of filmmakers hitting the road showing their films and banging the hot patrons in the small towns that lay on the tour, while they try and raise money to save a church from being destroyed like in the "Blues Brothers" or something like that...

I should write that!

Maybe when the price of gas goes down... Huh.

This is the last video from my some what scattered Marja E. Tensen Video Blog-oh-Thon!

But it's a doozy!

You know my fasination with the Great Depression and how I believe we are close to, if not experiencing one right now. Well, it seeped into this video.

A couple of actors in my Workshop have contacted me about doing videos for their musical projects. It's funny how one thing leads to another.

David Lynch is receiving a lifetime achievement Golden Lion award in Venice, and I can't wait to see his three hours long film, "Inland Empire."

This film, is the film I just can't wait to see!

I've already had a dream where I went to see it. In the dream it was the greatest film ever, but in the audience a few patrons melted in to a goo that was sticky when you walked on them like spilled Coke of the floor and the film was banned because at other screenings the same thing happened.

Then people really wanted to see the film just to see if they or their friends would melt.

Please don't analyze the dream. I just wanted to say, I'm excited to see it.

A few days back I posted a pic of me imitating a popular alien scene in the closing credits of "Star Trek" and a few people pointed out that I looked like the guy from "The Scream" by Edvard Munch!

Click the picture and see for yourself!

Norwegian police announced that they had managed to recover 'The Scream' and 'Madonna', two paintings by Edvard Munch that were stolen from a museum in Oslo two years ago.

When I was a kid I was obsessed with his painting, "The Scream" because it could be about anything you want, but I believed it was about scientists hunting down Casper the Friendly Ghost.

Later, I began thinking it was about Men in Black hunting down an alien.

Even later, it occurred to me that it might be that the two figures could be the deadlines (career, success, love, death, hope) that haunt us (the artists) but also it could be the demons one hears whispering behind us helping destroy all we hope to enjoy about our lives.

Then it could just be a dude freaking out on a pier when he sees the girl he knows he should spend the rest of his life with, walk past him with the man she's gonna spend the rest of her life with, and the sound of the waves is deafening because it's a nearly tangible reminder that time is moving and precious and he is frozen in fear at that realization.

You know how some people (non-Whites?) hate to hear, "They all look alike..." right?

Well, here's a story for ya. One night I drive by a new bar. It use to be a rather historic place in the community for people to get drunk, but now its been redone as another bar.

There were people hanging outside as I was driving by and was stopped at an intersection by a Red light. They all turned to look at me and a few waved. I thought that was weird, but nice and friendly.

Later at a diner a guy waved at me and said something like, "I was at (the bar) and saw you, Howya doing?" I thought that too was weird that he remembered me just from me driving by.

Night before last I stopped by the bar to try it out and to get my Baccardi and Coke fix and as I'm walking in, the big Black doorman gives me the glad hand, a huge smile and a big shoulder to shoulder hug made popular by the hip hop culture. Awesome! I go in and the bartenders wave to me. Fantastic!

I've found my Cheers! Everyone is so nice! They'll all soon know my name!

I go back to the bar last night because It's gonna be my Cheers and I'll be Norm!

Then as I'm walking up, I see that tonight's doorman is a big guy with a shaved head and maybe looks like me a little...

He gives me the once over with his stare.

I go in and people give me a look and then they tilt their heads to the side a bit like a dog that hears a high pitched whistle.

I sit at the bar.

The doorman walks in and sits at the other end of the bar exactly opposite from where I am and people sitting in between look like their watching a tennis match as their heads go back and forth from me to the doorman and back.

I guess it's like a mirror.

I'm thinking of Lucy and Harpo in the doorway on "I Love Lucy!"

Everyone thinks I look like this guy!

I don't see it... Oh God, please don't let me look like this guy!

I already have the WORST self image.

Just because we have shaved heads doesn't mean we all look alike!

I'd rather look like a buff Ed Norton in "American History X" minus the tattoos and racism, than Curly from "The Three Stooges!"

That's the Moon over Coral Cafe!

I know I go there a lot. I wish sometimes I didn't, but I love the food and the people, probably way more than either likes me.

Since I've written extensively about the place, many readers of this page have come forward to tell me they also eat there, or have tried it out after reading about my adventures there.

A few have told me amazing stories of the Hauntings there at Coral Cafe! Ghosts! Apparitions! Poltergeists!

You know I love a good ghost story and some of the waitresses will tell you about strange things they've encountered, but many won't and the owners shun the evidence and their own experiences for fear word will spread and people will be afraid of eating there.

Some people have seen a strange woman who looks completely real, but she stares off into space and will come and sit with you and ask you the same questions over and over.

Another is a waitress who has a blank or bored expression who won't make small talk or smile. She'll take your order and then you'll never see her again.

The best one is the image of a cook who appears in the form of food on your plate! Click the picture of the Coral Cafe sign and moon and you'll see what might just be the face of the cook in my chocolate ice cream!

The weirdest part of this story is, even though customers see his face in their food, he isn't a ghost... He isn't even dead!

He still works there!

Isn't that terrifying?

Just plan a time to go for yourself and also see the place on Halloween, you won't be disappointed!

Just before I heard the sad News on the car radio that Steve Irwin, the 'Crocodile Hunter' was killed by a stingray attack while filming off the Great Barrier Reef, I was wrestling with SHARKS on the pier in Ventura!

Okay, it's not like it was Shark-Week, maybe it was more like Shark-Weak, cause this one was only two feet long at best, but I bet it coulda taken a finger off!

I love going to Ventura!

I imagine myself retiring there after my ship comes in...

Driving around the city where Perry Mason was created, I couldn't help notice that there were a lot of retail spaces empty. I hope things are going okay in the city I love.

Nothing beats driving up into the hills over the city and the ocean and looking down at the lights at 4am in the morning. You can easily imagine ghosts walking the streets and haunting the beautiful old houses up in the winding narrow lanes.

It was so eerie looking down at the waves all black and hearing the thunderous roar as they slammed into each support beam of the pier below my feet. Stars were everywhere in the cloudless sky. It was cool enough that I wore a jacket.

Listening to the waves when it's too dark to see them somehow makes me sad.

I can easily believe that there is a beautifully gothic mermaid, or handcarved wooden figurehead come alive from some lost sunken ship who looks to the shore for her one true mysterious landlocked reincarnated love who doesn't know where she is, or that she even exists, and he is unable to swim to her because he never learned how...

...and he's afraid he will turn into sea foam.

It's a Marja E. Tensen Music Video Blog-Oh-Thon here at the Jerry Lentz show! Thanks for all the wonderful Comments on the videos!

Local Los Angeles Bands, signed and unsigned have contacted me about shooting their videos after viewing these and other works here on this page. You too, can have this Talent attack your songs like a Spider-Monkey hopped up on Mountain Dew...

Have your people call my people!

Being that I've already had my drunk on earlier in the week, this Holiday Weekend I'm sober for a drive up to Ventura!

Who knows what I'll be like on the drive back to LA?

More from the Marja E. Tensen Concert in NoHo!

This has a frosted nostalgic look I was using in an Acting Workshop Movie I did last week. I like this look! It's like a nice soft memory.

Speaking of the Workshop; For this month only, I dropped the price from $150 to a whopping $15 per class just because I wanted to make a movie EVERY DAY this month!!!

It really is a crazy thing to do... You get to create a full length movie on DVD for the price of going to see one at the Arclight!

You know I rarely get drunk, but I got completely wasted while exploring some old night life haunts. I met some nice people. Found some cool dark locations for future films, or just places to get drunk again and collapse. I don't drink beer, so I doubt I could afford to get drunk all the time with the exotic things I consume.

I bought a really cool shirt that I think made me look so hot! So I had to try it out!

When I first put the shirt on, I walked around my place looking at myself in the mirror thinking about how hot I looked, and that was with me wearing just the shirt. I didn't even get the pants on until after I stepped outside and realized I was pantsless!

It was so beautiful... I wish you had been there with us.

It was hot. I was all sweaty. Yet people just had to touch me.

I don't get it?

I'm visibly wet and some people just want to run their hands across the clammy flesh. Then they have the gall to go, Ewww!

Dang, bitches, you knew I was sweating!

When I'm focused on creating, or covering an event to my best abilities, I get in some weird zone where I'm oblivious to Time and Space. I burn. My heart races. My body flushes out it's toxins. I glow!

I can be wet with sweat, soaked to the bone and people want to embrace the Magic of creation in hopes their arms can encompass the Energy. They wish to harness it. Control it!

I bet it happens to you! You get focused and lose yourself in something larger than yourself and that wave attracts others to your magnetism.

At that moment...

In that space...

In the glare of my intense gaze...

If I asked you to remove your panties...

...To resist is futile!