A blog by Jorge Garcia.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Go tarts and cakesters.

Hey. It's been nine days. Sorry, working a lot. On set, I saw something on the craft service tale I've never seen before. "Go Tarts" it's a PoP Tart for those on the "go." Now I thought Pop Tarts were already for those on the go. It's like someone said, I like Pop Tarts but is there any way we can make them more phallic?

I tried it. The icing to dough to filling ratio totally off. The dough part totally over powers the bar. The jelly is now bunched up together in a tube form hitting you hard with it's fruitiness. And they skimped in the icing, the best part. If you're going to change the shape of something we like at least make it taste the same.

Like OREO. Personally I think they've gotten a little carried away with the Oreo cookie varieties. C'mon "dulce de leche?"
* By the way I want to put a stop to something. Dulce de leche is pronounce DOOL-seh deh LAY-cheh. NOT DOOL-cheh. The word is in Spanish. DOOL-cheh would make it Italian. If it was italian it would be spelled dOlce. Everytime I hear someone say, "DulCHE de Leche" it hurts my ears. I'm like Steve Martin in "My Blue Heaven" when Rick Moranis says "capeese."

But I digress. What I really wanted to talk about was the Oreo Cakester. Which is both wonderful and scary at the same time. Like unprotected sex. (Oh man. I'm sorry. That was totally uncalled for. USE A CONDOM!!!!! I SWEAR!!!! YOU WILL DIE!!!!!)

Somehow Oreo took the flavors we have loved forever: Chocolate Oreo Cookie and Oreo Cream Filling and "fluffed them up" into lovely miniature cream-filled cake sandwiches. BUT THE TASTE IS EXACTLY THE SAME. Familiar. Comforting. Same taste. Different texture. They are awesome. However I don't understand how they can do that. How do they match the flavor exactly?!! This is the scary part. There can be one answer, really...chemistry. Because if I learned anything from Fast Food Nation it's that the people making the stuff that we like the taste of, are not cooks anymore, but food chemists.

So try them. But then, put the box down. (It's harder than you know.)

Tuesday, September 18, 2007


Man. I guess I was due. I've been happy with a lot of movies right now. I loved Once. I loved Hairspray. I loved 3:10 to Yuma. But they all can't be awesome movies. So I was destined to run into a turd soon.

And boy did I ever. I'm not going to say the name of this movie. But it was such a steamer that I felt I had to see another movie just to get the taste out. So I saw The Brave One which I also thought was good.

I feel bad about hating this movie because I kind of know a couple of people who were in it. But boy did this movie suck. My biggest issue was, while the premise is not realistic at all, I didn't buy the peoples reactions. Frankly if what was happening was REALLY happening, there would be a hell of a lot more characters "passing" bricks.

The only cliche they missed in this movie was the drunk wino throwing his bottle away after not believeing what he sees.

Yet I had to stick around for the showdown in the end. Which I will admit was pretty good until it all turned sentimental in the lamest way, when something cries.

I'm out of stuff to watch. Friday seems so far away.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

No more My Space

As some of you may have noticed by now. I have cancelled my MySpace account. The reason: It's just not fun anymore.

Sorry for those of you who were my "friends." I appreciated the out-pouring of kindness from you all. It was just too much to keep up. I couldn't commit the time it took everyday to keep a handle on messages, friend requests, and comments. And I decided that I would rather end it for now rather than sacrifice it's integrity and delegate the work to someone standing in for me.

I hope you enjoyed a little glimpse into my life, however short it lasted. And I'm glad I got the chance to correspond with people all over the world.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Tips for working in rain scenes.

Well TIP actually. There is only one.

If you're shooting a rain scene, leave the underwear in the trailer.

You can either "go cowboy" to set or you'll be forced to "go cowboy" home. Because nothing sucks worse than the moment you realize your underwear is wet. And now they're moving the camera so you have about twenty minutes to sit in your wet shorts.

It's times like these when I am forced to turn to my fellow cast mates and remark, "Isn't this glamorous?" "Truly the greatest job in the world. It's so glamorous."

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Season 4 Spoiler

Warning. If you don't want to be spoiled about Season four read no further:



M. Night revisited

There is a slight misunderstanding here.

M. Night is crazy. But crazy is good.

You have to keep trying to trump yourself or else you're running in place.

You think the guy who orders the chocolate milk is a "dick" because you DIDN'T think to do it yourself.

I look forward to all of his movies.

You can't argue with how much you jumped when you saw the birthday party video in "Signs."
Or the moment in "Unbreakable" when Bruce Willis and Samuel L. Jackson finally touch.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

M. Night

So I'm watching Lady in the Water this morning while I do my emails. Not the best idea because there's stuff to pay attention to.

So. Anyway... (SPOILER ALERT)
Three TREE GORILLAS (as in made of tree branches) just dragged away a GRASS (as in made of) WOLF.

It's like he keeps trying to trump himself.

It's like when you go to a restaurant and it's kind of a competition to see orders the best meal. He's the guy who orders the chocolate milk.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Heat wave


I get it. I live in Hawaii. It's suppposed to be hot here. So what's the big deal?

Frankly I don't mind the heat of Hawaii so much. Some work days are a little hard right now, got a sun burn on my part the other day. That's my hair part, I call my other part my "area." But what I'm really tired of is the heat wave in California.

Complaining about how hot it is in California is the number one topic of conversation for the last two weeks among anyone I've talked to on the phone. "Ugh! It's so hot! Three digits." Enough. Go to a movie. Go to the mall. If you don't have air conditioning, get a bucket of ice and put it in front of a fan. Drink a lot of water. In fact if you hold a glass of ice water against your wrist it's supposed to cool you off on the inside.

Just quit your bitchin'.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Fan art

Okay. So I google myself sometimes. What's the big deal? I do it for scrapbook material. I want to save all of this stuff about me so I can look at it when I'm old and forgotten. And show my grandchildren that I was once, the shit. Now I'm not much of a scrapbooker, but my sister is. She is hardcore about it. So I get the best of both worlds. I send her my stuff and she makes great looking scrapbooks for me. Because if I was scrapboking myself it wouldn't have as much "flair." And "flair" is the scrabook... thing. (Yeah there should be a better word there.)

My favorite thing to find online is FAN ART. I have found paintings, sketches, even models of me/Hurley all over the internet. You have no idea how huge that is for me. That's going to be the best thing to look back on. It's the tribute. How freaking flattering is that?! I can't believe I've made such an impression. I've even contacted some of the artists and they've sent me their pieces. Just think, if I get enough I can open up a bar & grill and use them to decorate.

These are links to some I've found, let me know if you come across any. And if you're an artist who does this kind of stuff, thanks for the tribute. It means a lot.