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Monday, September 17th, 2007

Wasn’t Roland the tool who made Japan hate Godzilla?

We definitely work in a field where you get rewarded if you can get it done. I guess because it is so hard to just get it done. That goes from lackey’s like me to supervisors to directors. I’ve worked on many a film where the supervisor has about as much talent as my dog, yet they were in the right place at the right time and got the name. God bless em! And even though they
make life hard on everyone and fuck shit up all the way to the final cut, They get re hired because they’ve been through it before.

When a guy like Roland Emerich or however you spell his name makes a movie like Godzilla, the first thing I think is, thank god, he’s fucking done with, but the truth is that he got it done. And that is what the money people are the most concerned with, god bless their little wallets.

When we started working on Starship Troopers Phil Tippett got everyone together and told us to enjoy it, because a good movie comes around once every seven movies. I think he was wrong, it’s more like fifteen.

But even with that. I think we work in the best field, besides porn I mean, and if you cut my shots out of the dozen shitty movies I’ve worked on, you get about three minutes of good stuff to watch before people get bored. And it’s great hooker money.

And that aint all that bad.

I love you people

Your Pal Randy

Re: the PA phonebooks

Tuesday, April 24th, 2001

Jordan Torrey wrote:

whoever has borrowed the SF and OAKLAND yellow pages from the front desk at 914 Grayson, please return them! being PA sucks bad enough WITH them. thanks.


I remember once I was a PA at a local film Studio and I loved it! I had such a good time. I got to drive all over the place and park my rig right in front like BJ and the Bear. One time this nice fellow borrowed the yellow pages, and I was really mad, but then I found them and it was ok. One day while I was out about doing my pa duties, I ran into Phil Tippet. He is the man who animated the Ewoks for ” The Dark Crystal”. And I remember I asked him if I could work for him, I pleaded with him. I have always loved Ewoks. He looked straight into my loving young eyes and said ” Go fuck yourself asshole” Then he pushed me in the dirt. But I got the job anyway, and I don’t think he remembers me. Anyway, being a PA doesn’t always suck. Just most of the time.

love always randy

In which I replace Randy with a shell script

Friday, February 23rd, 2001

Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2001
From: Soren Ragsdale
Subject: In which I replace Randy with a shell script

I wrote a Markov chain text analyzer. It takes a sample of text, finds
word correlations, and spews out a paragraph based on those

I present to you the automated Randall J. Krandell Generator:

I don’t know how to animate, because they are in the last time that Phil put his shoes in my life did I ever need a phone when I was just a little more like Doug, you know what I mean, if I was a mean old ghost in the cans that I have a little alarm clock with Phil’s voice that says ” Get up off the track comes and starts kicking ass. I think I was a mean bastard. So now George is pissed, and we have a hunk of cheese and a half hours while George peed in my department!” That shit bum aint gonna sit by me!” And I’ve have gotten lots of early booze consumption, but it aint right. I have been paying the price ever since. I have a little more upset if I was just too damn uncomfortable. I think I just couldn’t do it, you know what I mean. I know what I mean. I think that I enjoy so much. And I mean it, she was tuff. I think that I have a chance with that British girl from Austin Powers. I think I was just a little more experimental if you know what I mean. I think I was just a little something from the food truck. I know what I mean. I think that I have been paying the price ever since. I think you know what I mean. I was just a little more like that guy, I wouldn’t even say to my desk and litter, I love you people are too lazy to leave. But I think you know what you are thinking, and you have to admit it, since Bill got caught with his hand in the last time that Phil put his shoes in my face and I got a guy named Gulionni or Julyonni I don’t know how to animate, because they are smart people. I think he was probably making fun of you may already know I mean. I don’t know how to spell his name, is one heck of a woman. I have never met, makes me sick. I think I just couldn’t do it, you know what I mean, if I was just a little more upset if I was just a little more like Doug, you know what I mean. So here is the deal. I know that I have a rather odd family and one more drop, and so the truth is It looked great. I think that I don’t know how to spell his name, in Twister. I think I just wanted all of them. I think you do. I was just a little more experimental if you know what I mean, and I was just too damn uncomfortable. I was just a little more experimental if you need to explain. I know what I mean.

Secret Santa

Friday, December 22nd, 2000

Now anyone who has been here for a year or two knows that I get some pretty disturbing Secret Santa gifts. I get Severed heads, and I get Little fat dolls of myself on a cross, stuff that is really funny, but makes me worried a little. Joel sculpted me a King Kong from my own sketch books, and I make out with that thing weekly, it’s so damn good. Now I have been sick as a dog for the last week and a half, so much so that people like our own Todd/ T-money, have kicked me out of the building here. Today I came in and on my desk, in a little bag was my gift. I forgot totally about secret santa. Well, I opened the bag, A little hesitantly, as you can understand, and I got one of the most beautiful gifts I ever got. It is so sweet that I had to start making out with Gibby. I am so sorry that I wasn’t here on Wednesday, so everyone could see how great my gift is. Come by and see it. Thank you, Thank you.

I’ll say it again

Fuck ILM they are a bunch of assholes

Fuck Pixar they make sissy movies

Fuck Dreamworks they are snotty apes!

TIPPETT STUDIO RULES! It’s the best job, with the best people

Merry Christmas people


Re: damn hippie/utensils

Friday, November 10th, 2000

Now you people know that I don’t like to join these endless rants about who stole my cup, or why i can’t find my Echo and the Bunnymen cd. But think about this. Most of the people who work here can’t get the paper cup to the garbage can. Our friends need to tell us that we have half a ham sandwich stuck to our faces. Why you ask? that’s cause we are Geeks. I’m sorry. Geeks. Do you know why we all left home? I do. It’s cause they threw us out, that’s why. Sometimes I go into the bathroom around here and get a case of “the rotten horrors”. I mean, theoretically boys can aim, And lets face it folks…we never do. Ever. Sorry. I’m the first one to save a tree. But I’m also really bad at washing dishes. Maybe we can all drink right out of the faucet? I brought in a set of my moms good china, and Tom Gibbons took it home. Do you see what we are dealing with here? I mean Lon is trying to get people to hug each other. It’s sick. It aint right. My mom used to smash the dirty dishes that we left around over our heads, maybe the PA’s could do something like that. At Grayson, there is a person who fills a paper cup up with just a tiny bit of water, and leaves it on the counter. Everyday. Tiny, water, cup, counter. Everyday. I used to hate it, but now I love it. It’s my friend. My little tiny cup of water friend. I remember one time I was talking to my pal Doug Epps, and he told me to get the hell away from him, but…uh…what? wait…I …uh….

anyway I have near complete set of metal silverware at my desk if any of you slobs need it. And I think I just peed myself.

your pal


Mallard liver damage

Thursday, October 19th, 2000

Some of us here have a bit of a problem. Me and Betsy can’t make it through the week without a stiff belt of whiskey. Betsy shoots hers and I snort mine. Gibbons just bathes in the darn stuff. Well, tonight we are going to the Mallard at around 8pm to submerge our woes with booze. This Guy Eric Ingerson, who is a rat bastard is going to be there. Eric used to fall out of his chair about once every week, and he would make Reynolds laugh so hard that milk would come out of his nose. Anyway. I heard Athena ( one of the new people ) isn’t going to go, but thats ok, because we will have our drink, and our Gibby. So to all the rest of you people, here is an open invite to waste more time with Tippett folk.

You’re only as good as your last daily


Re: Welcome

Tuesday, October 10th, 2000

Kirk wrote:

Sorry for the “all”.
Welcome to all the new people here at Tippett.

And that reminds me

Some of us here at Tippett, have been drinking and abusing our body’s for years. Betsy, reminds me that we are coming up on the five year plan. Five years behind the lines making unbelievable computer animated images in films that nobody likes. Except of coarse Starship Troopers. My good friend Eric.P. Reynolds says that if I tell him one more story about how good Troopers was to work on, that he is going to puke blood. Anyway, what I’m getting at is some of us have been here for a long time. And that means by next year other studios are going to think something is wrong with us. Like. “Really, you’ve been there for six years. Couldn’t you get a job anywhere else? Is something wrong with you?” Stuff like that. And me and Besty say.”fuck them” we are going to stay right here until Phil puts his shoe on our face, while Jules pulls at the ankles and Craig beats us with a broom, maybe then we will leave. Uhh, never mind that time that Phil put his shoes in my face and Craig beat me with a stick, we were pantomiming a shot, that was different. Anyway, last friday a bunch of us old folks here were waiting for you NEW people to come outside and have a hunk of cheese and a bit if bread with some pretzels. EVERYBODY WENT HOME. Now, I know you people have lives, and all that stuff, but god darn it, we want to party with you people. We are sick of our own company, we have told each other the same story’s over and over. Have you ever had a beer with Gurden? The guy is inaudible. Xian? I never know what the hell he is talking about. I’m telling you , it’s sick. So here is the deal. Betsy and I are going to throw a party. We are going to have it at a bar, so we can all puke. We are going to call it ..”The What the hell have you been doing for the last five years” Party. And we want you all to come. Be our friends, be my friend. We will give you about a weeks warning so you can pencil it in. And for gods sake come on outside on a friday and have a cracker,with some cheese on it.

don’t make me write these letters

your pal


I quit

Friday, May 12th, 2000

As some of you may already know I am quitting. But I am only quitting for two days, Monday and tuesday. I’m quitting because I have a rather odd family and one of them is going to be here. I will be back on wednesday, and I want you all to know that I love you. I wish I could be you. If I was the Thing, I would take over your body and then I would look just like you. If this was the Sixties, I would try to sleep with all of you. That is how much I love you guys. To me you guys are like a … uh a… a..a bunch of cool guys that I like alot. If my absence causes any disturbance in the force, one phone call, and I would run like heck back in here to fix it. So feel free to call me. If you miss me for any reason, buy me a present and when I come back I will give you a hug. Ok people. I’m trusting you guys alone with BZ for a couple of days so be good.

I love you

r a n n y ‘s


Wednesday, May 10th, 2000

You know, you guys are ok. Pretty fine people in general if I may say so, and so I’ll tell you a little story. It’s about work, fun, commitment, and my grandmother Lena Link. I’m the first to admit that part of my family has had a checkered past. My grandfather on the German side would often have intercourse with pencils and my father was born without an anus. But we love each other regardless. My grandmother Lena was a huge brute of a woman. In her day she could take down a bull with her teeth and she was reported to give birth to bricks, I’m telling you people she was tuff. One time when I was at the tender age of twenty two and still had trouble tying my shoes, she beat me with my own brother. I mean it, she was tuff. Well, needless to say we were all very scared around Lena. If you said that you didn’t like supper she would climb onto the kitchen table and fart into your face until you finished every last bit. Tuff. One day I asked Lena “what was the most important thing in life.” And she made me lick her armpits. And I learned something that day. I learned something very important. My family is a bunch of assholes. But I learned something else. I learned about longevity. There is only one way to make it to the end of dinner while a large bottom blows awful air in your face. You need to focus. Which brings me to work. Today I had an extra special bad daily. It looked like Kevin Bacon was a little retarded boy, who slipped in cow flop. And if you ever read the quote I put at the bottom of my e-mail. ” Your only as good as your last daily” That makes me a hunk of shit today. It’s ok, today is my day for it. I guess what I’m trying to get at, is these darn things are going to happen. Boy do they suck, but there going to happen whether you like it or not. You cant help it. One thing I’ve noticed is that when the heat gets turned up, people get bunchy. I was pretty pissed at myself after daily’s, but I got over it. Sometimes I read an email or hear someone say something and it’s kind of bunchy. So here are some good rule to live by.

BR> It’s always your own damn fault.

Take it easy, enjoy work ( longevity people )

It’s not the computer. ( Craig is way to smart for that one, I know, I’ve tried!)

Quit complaining, sound like a bunch of sissy’s.

Take the heat when it is your turn.

And last but not least….

You’re only as good as your last daily.

Remember, we are not close because we like each other, we are close
because we are all a bunch of geeks who liked Sinbad.

Take it easy out there.


Tuesday, February 29th, 2000

Alan wrote:

If you’re going to make popcorn, stay and watch it.
burned popcorn smells horrible, and we’re stuck smelling it for hours on end.

some workplaces ban the stuff

maybe we should consider that


– alan

And I am of coarse sorry I burned popcorn. What happened was, I was going check my popcorn, then I got this email about a door I left open. So I ran to shut it, but I fell over Neil on the way. Then we started making out by the Star Wars game. Then when we were really going at it, popcorn burst out of the microwave and showered down on us. It was very romantic. I love you Neil. I know it is a lot to ask, but try and have patients when I burn popcorn, I know that is an icky smell, and nobody, and I mean nobody should have to smell such a horrible smell (almost as bad as the BO that comes in after a good exercise) but Neil and I like the popcorn.

thanks R.J.Krandell