Now in my mind I already know the answer to this question. It's an age I've already surpassed. I started to ween myself of cap-re...

At What Age Do You Stop Wearing Your Hat Backwards


Now in my mind I already know the answer to this question. It's an age I've already surpassed. I started to ween myself of cap-reversal in my early thirties. It was hard, it took dedication but I'm officially backward hat free.

But did I follow a society standard or just a personal one?

Personally, I think the firstish.

I understand the desire to hold on to your youth. It's why I don't tuck in my shirts, or still wear T-shirts sold to me at a very high price from my favorite bands. But when does that go too far?

I think a 35 year old guy walking around with his hat on backyards just might be that. This summer I've seem men of all ages wearing their hats backwards. I tend to internally mock all, but older ones gets, the more the mocking evolves to nudges and remarks to anyone around me who will listen. It just looks silly. And do I tell them? Might I be the one guy who tells them just how stupid they look because their friends and family don't have that courage? Sometimes you just don't know until it's brought to your attention.

So The official answer to the question. At what age do you stop wearing your hat backwards?

34.

You're welcome.

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Okay, this headline might be a little misleading. I mean in part due to we're only through half of 2013, and secondly... these are onl...

The Best Vines Of 2013



Okay, this headline might be a little misleading. I mean in part due to we're only through half of 2013, and secondly... these are only MY vines. But since Vine doesn't have a great format for sharing other than mobile I'm forced to embed them on my own blog and be all self-promotish.

A side note. In the Vine vs Instagram short form video battle, I'm still leaning toward Vine. But not for long. Vine seems to be stubborn when it comes to adding FB contacts, in most part because you just can't do it. Twitter contacts, sure... all day long. But Twitter is fickle with friends and you find you're mostly following people who interest you and are more likely not on Facebook in the first place. If Vine doesn't cave and integrate with FB soon it will be all over.

I will point out that I'm still upset that Instagram lost two of my Portland videos during their launch and I'm still being a pouty brat over it. I'm sure they've fixed that bug but... I'm a stubborn bitch.

So, here are my favorite BILL DOTY Vines of 2013


Fountain Biking


Shopping for Wallets

Making My Kids Perform

Kitchen Magic

Bowl of Cock

Dogs Out The Window

How To Annoy A Cat

Mayo Commercial

Driving Cat

Licking

Bryan Blasting Mexican Music

Oops, A Gay Bar

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A few months ago I was asked by friends to partake in their super awesome video. Well, it was released and like, I'm awesome in it. An...

Watch Me Get Into A Car Accident



A few months ago I was asked by friends to partake in their super awesome video. Well, it was released and like, I'm awesome in it. And they used my own voice!!! Wait....

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Like me, you've probably seen the video over, and over, and over claiming that Pixar creates all their movies in the same universe, ...

My One Issue With The Pixar Theory


Like me, you've probably seen the video over, and over, and over claiming that Pixar creates all their movies in the same universe, and how each movie starts or ends off another. Great tale, almost as good as a Pixar movie itself...

But I have one beef with this scenario that throws it all out the window.

The video claims that Bug's Life, being the second film produced by Pixar, is actually the last story in the timeline and taking place several hundred years after man has left the planet.

That of course is debunked by these 17 seconds of video.


The trailer, with electrical power and a brand new bug light. Only manageable in a world inhabited by man.

I rest my... post.

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Time isn't good to memories. Degradation combined with imagination create images in my head which I no longer know if what exists in my ...

My Oldest Memory

Time isn't good to memories. Degradation combined with imagination create images in my head which I no longer know if what exists in my brain anymore from my toddler years is even real.  I have a vivid memory as a child of seeing a UFO at a drive in movie theater.

Yup, I'm sure that's real.

I remember a man coming in our house and eating all our butter. Then my Dad escorting him out.

Sounds like a real memory to me.

I remember sheep cakes being cut open and blood pouring out.

Oh yeah, that too.

But wait... this one can actually be documented.

The memory goes like this. It was my younger brothers' birthday. Keith and Kevin who are twins. They were having a party with chunk of family. They had cakes in the shape of sheep. When they were cut open, the color red was everywhere.

I feel like I should be telling this story to Hannibal Lecter.

Anyhow, we ate sheep and celebrated another year of little brothers. I filed that away with all my other skewed memories until I found this picture.


There it was, the party. There they were, the cakes. There I was, confused. I asked my mother about the cakes and she explained she ordered sheep cakes with raspberry filling.

Uber red cake. Blood red.

There it was, an actually documented memory. I was 2 years, 2 months old. Probably sitting in my own crap and upset my brothers were getting all the attention.

No aliens came and stole all our butter. I'm still looking for those pics. Stand by.

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Last week was our table read. Next week we start filming. I'm giddy like a school girl and dressed just the same. As I schedule fil...

Table Read


Last week was our table read. Next week we start filming. I'm giddy like a school girl and dressed just the same.

As I schedule film days I can't help but chew on equal levels of excitement and fear but either way it tastes yummy.

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This month I start filming a my own feature length comedy. It's cast, location scouted, geared up, partially scheduled. It truly soun...

The Emotions of a Screenplay


This month I start filming a my own feature length comedy. It's cast, location scouted, geared up, partially scheduled. It truly sounds as if I have all my ducks in a row. Except one little item. I didn't have a screenplay until today.

I had most of it. It fact if I was filming it in my head alone, not only was it written, but pretty much already in theaters. But then again, no one wants to be in my head.

This weekend I buried myself in my dining room and finished it. What a great feeling. Third and final draft complete. It's an interesting feeling.

It's not my first screenplay, but the first feature length I was responsible for. I am the director, producer, editor, I even play a small part.

I can't blame an actor it if fails... I cast it.

I can't blame anyone actually. It's all me.

So next to the amazing feeling of euphoria from completion, it wrestles with anxiety of second guessing.

Is it funny?

Well I guess time will tell. As production begins there is no turning back.

I'm nervously giddy.

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