Dumbworld: A Sacramento Based Blog on Entertainment, Media and Art

As of late, the Dumbworld blog has been silent.  We’ve been smelling the flowers, figuring out the equation for prime numbers and washing our hair.  It felt so nice, and the Dumbworld Blog feels like it has ran its course, so this will be our last post.

The Dumbworld Blog was started to promote Sacramento art, entertainment, media and (being the self promoting whores that we are) Dumbworld Productions.  So after over two years of blogging and over 440 posts (and Dumbworld Productions on a hiatus), it just feels like it is time to hang it up.

Please enjoy the archives, and you can follow the further adventures of Drew Hall at natkingturner.wordpress.com.  Remember, confidence is sometimes the feeling you have before you fully understand a situation.  So Long Suckers!

Here at Dumbworld, some would say we are lowdown cheapskates.  We prefer frugal- so this deal sounds like the new black to us.  Moviemaker magazine lifetime subscription for $49.

Josh Fernandez

Out of the blue, this very nice man emailed me from Nigeria with a great story.  I love technology.  Just 10 years ago, a person in Nigeria would not be able to share their love of story with a person like myself. Now the stars are the limit.

Please allow me to share a brief synopsis, written by the screenwriter himself: 

RANKLE Jones The Golfer.  Jones enjoys golf playing, hoping to be a professional golfer like Tiger Woods. Professional golfers play in golf field, ours play at home. No f*king son of a b*tch will accept correction. The pride of what is yet to be is a destroyer. Jones: Everyone in life have a dream and aspiration to fulfill, so I am too. My life, my all will go to a sport I love and cherish most. Golf is my dream game, a sport I love. Let’s go golfing. Rudolf drug life flashes of wealth caught Jones napping as he was convinced to take part in one of the most bloody drug cartel deal.  Shelly is a desire of every men but her stinking lifestyle of prostitution can’t let her settle for a man. Jones fought Elvis in the night club all because of a fames sex machine Shelly with Rudolf, Alex and others watch with no one allow to separate until someone quit for the other. There are a lot of happenings at the night club. Gangsters and Police combat force. Why is Jeff called the master by Rudolf, Elvis, Jimmy and others?
It is traumatic to live with nutty breed of human, all in the name of family-hood. Traumatic experiences of Ray of hatred, alienation by all his family members, his emotional disgust and good moral negligence on the part of his parent on the family. His erratic brother Jones gave him a blood bath, living his life-less body after which he was in oblivious state. Ray is cast away and also an object of mimic. Hilda gave Ray a taste of love life which has been missing for years. I love you mum because you hate me. Cassandra my sister is no different from my mum Vera. Ray’s love life with Hilda left nothing to be admiring as it is an ocean of perfect love for both of them.  Jones finally golfed out daddy’s ”Kenny” breath, as he was left to his pool of blood. Jones life turns sour of no savvy as he committed suicide. Those that bury mines indiscriminately will one day fall victim to mine explosion. There are golf scenes, fist fighting, snake scenes, club scenes, sex scenes, drug scenes, Police shoot out, gangster, hovercraft, Apache helicopters and Belgian attack dogs.

They had me at “Apache helicopters.”  I am in negotiations for the script.  Cross your fingers.

I followed Josh Fernadez’s writing in the Sacramento News and Review for some time (it was the first thing I read in every isssue, OK– I’m lying– the spicy personals were the first thing, but I digress), but who knew he was a pretty good poet too. 

You can read some of his stuff here.  Josh will read from his latest collection on Thursday, August 20 at Luna’s Café, 1414 16th Street at 8 p.m.