Break a Leg

Hey, guys!

I want to keep this website active, so, I'm going to update you all regularly with how things are going -- ideally, Drew and Chad will keep blogging and ideally, fans will keep sending me their fan blogs (yuri@breakaleg.tv) -- so, let's keep it chugging.

What's happening with us now?

Well, first of all -- Dustin (Mint) and Hillary (John Bradley) just got married! That's right! This Saturday was their wedding, me and Dashiell were Dustin's best men (along with Tahko and Stan Marley) and it all went swimmingly. The couple were overflowing with joy -- so much so that Hillary was actually bouncing up and down gleefully during the ceremony. It was adorable and cute and funny and all the things that the couple are, manifested into a party.

Plus, I totally nailed my speech. So did everyone else. It was a good wedding.

As far as show-related things, here's how it's going:

BREAK A LEG -- we're going to be on Hulu soon! That's right, not only will you soon be able to purchase DVDs and watch the show in high quality like you were supposed to, you'll also be able to watch it on Hulu in almost high-quality. We'll have more updates for you when that happens -- right now, we're getting all the materials together, fixing it up a bit and getting it ready for the DVDing and the Huluing. There also might be something with Canadian TV -- we'll keep you updated when we know more.

LURKER -- we're creating a site for Lurker and are doing pre-production for the Pilot episode. We've got some very interesting leads and the potential for a full season is... well, we'll go with glass half-full, but, we'll see. Things have a way of falling through but we're optimistic.

OTHER STUFF -- we might be creating a short, sketch comedy-esque series for an unnamed site in the near future. I'll let you know as soon as this deal is solid.

Thanks for all of your support guys! Keep comin' to the site -- I'm going to throw a chatroom up again, I think, so that you can come by and talk to fans and us whenever you'd like. Hopefully that'll happen this week.

Thanks guys! Congratulations, Dustin and Hillary!

-Yuri

Well,  I did it.  I voted.   Go, Democracy.

I will admit that this is my first time voting even though I have been eligible for a couple other elections.  Yes, I know: I'm a bad American.  But here's the thing: I have never had any interest in politics - partially because I didn't understand them and partially because they bored me to tears.  And I've always held that an uninformed voter isn't necessarily a good thing.  As the addage goes: Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.  And I've always been scared of voting.  What if I vote for what I think is right and it comes to pass and brings ruination to us all.  I don't want that on my conscience.  Everybody walking around saying "This is all your fault."

Plus, I hate lines.  That's right: I wasn't voting for the same reason that I don't like going to amusement parks or concerts.

But we're going through some pretty rocky times around here, and I decided that I couldn't afford to remain uninformed and uninterested in the world around me anymore.  I couldn't afford to be scared of making the wrong choices any more.  I couldn't afford to hate lines anymore.  I couldn't afford not to try to stop the bullshit that has been going on for the last 8 years.  What is a country, after all, but a huge gathering of people all trying to live together...kinda like The Brady Bunch.  And I'm a people.  So I have to do my share of the chores just like everybody else...more so since all Marsha does is brush her hair and fawn after football guys and all Jan can do is complain about it.  Stupid bitches.

So, I went and voted for the first time.  And you know, it wasn't bad at all.

They were holding the polls in a church a couple blocks from my house.  So I got off early from work (which is to say I stopped looking at webcomics all day because business is pretty slow in the sign-making market this time of year), I drove home and parked, and took a little stroll down the street.  Now, I was slightly concerned about the status of my voter registration because I didn't receive my card in the mail.  But I walked in, there was one guy in front of me, they had my name, they gave me my ballot, I made my choices, and 10 minutes later I was back home thinking about the closest place to get some fetuccini alfredo.  Painless, quick, easy, and I did the most patriotic thing I've ever done...except for that 4 years in the Army. 

And yes, I guess I do feel some sense of civic pride...or that could just be the hunger for the fetuccini.

Happy Jenday!

It’s easy to fall into defeating thought patterns, like how you’ll never amount to what you wish you could, or how bills and taxes are an evil conspiracy against you. Because negativity is so much easier to access, we become obsessed with it, almost to the point of the ridiculous.

And then you see a child’s sparkling dancing slipper, perched precariously on a parking rail at a market. You are reminded of a fairytale and are inspired. Not necessarily for a man to come save you from some mundane existence, but rather that little magical things are out there. For a moment, it all seems attainable.

And in that moment, there is nothing ridiculous about it at all.

Femke

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-Yuri

It's been a long road. I recently looked at an email that I sent in regards to Break a Leg -- it was soon after the first 5 minutes of the show was released as part of the MySpace FX contest and it was sent, roughly, in March of 2006.

What I'm saying is, it's been a long road.

Since then, we've been called innovators, we've garnered views in the millions, we've gotten press that we would've never dreamed we'd get and we've gotten phone calls from people we never thought we'd talk to -- it hasn't only been a long road, it's been a very, very fun one.

The last episode of Break a Leg Season 1 is here. It's titled Revelations and I think it's a fitting end to a great run that isn't over yet.

What's happening now? We're going to continue speaking to very important people about both Break a Leg and other projects with the potential of getting to our eternal goal -- TV. While we continue to do that, however, we're going to pursue a pet project of ours in a show called LURKER.

The idea behind Lurker? A media blog becomes the hottest item in town when it gets an exclusive on a celebrity couple -- a famous pick-up artist and a party girl celebrity heiress. The catch? The couple is not a couple at all, but reluctant employees of the very company that reports on their exploits.

Read more about Lurker here: http://news.tubefilter.tv/2008/10/14/break-a-leg-creators-get-trashy-with-lurker/

The thought behind Lurker is to practice what we preach -- we're going to shoot a Pilot that's going to be as close to a TV show (in everything, acting, writing, cinematography, sound, everything) as we can possibly make it and we're going to use that Pilot to try and get advertisers, investors, or whoever interested in funding a full season (interested? Email us at info@breakaleg.tv!)

In the next couple of weeks or so, we're going to throw up a Lurker site that will have behind-the-scenes footage, blogs, and more to update our progress. We'll also be constantly updating the Break a Leg site with blogs and news to tell you how things are going with us, the show, and so on. We'll all be here, so please feel free to come around and talk to us!

More importantly, DVDs are going to be out in the next couple of weeks as well! We're currently in the process of putting all the important stuff together and should have it ready for you all sooner than you can possibly imagine.

I want to very, very, very sincerely thank everyone.

The actors, for putting up with a grueling schedule, no rehearsal and last-minute, "OH MY GOD WE NEED YOU TO SHOOT"-type of phone calls. You're all amazingly talented and amazingly good people. I'm getting you all famous, if that's the last thing I do.

The crew, for being the most dedicated, talented people in the known world. Seriously, I'm writing this blog back in time -- at 5:30 am, and we've been up allll night finishing up this final episode. They have work tomorrow, meaning they're not sleeping, meaning they're amazing. Vlad has a full-time job, a wife and a baby, and he's writing in the gaps in-between. Dustin, our sound guy, is getting married in two weeks but spent the entire weekend editing sound in preparation for the DVD. Hillary is planning a wedding and still helping us plan shoots. Justin and Dashiell basically have given up sleep... I'm saying they're amazing.

For Your Imagination, ever wonder why Episode 3 was so epic? That's because we were going to finish Break a Leg on Episode 3 and move on to other projects. Coincidentally, as we were finishing it up, we met For Your Imagination and signed with them. They created this amazing site for us, told us how to gain a larger audience and helped us get some of the most amazing press ever -- Wall Street Journal, LA Times, SF Chronicle, etc. Our numbers, since FYI met us, jumped by around 4-5 million -- so, what I'm saying is, thank you, thank you, thank you -- this is your baby as much as ours.

The fans, I know we've said thank you a lot but it's hard to express how thankful we are. There's no way we would've done this without you and if we didn't, our careers wouldn't be where they are now so I'm going to go ahead and thank you for helping us achieve our dreams. You guys are wonderful and the only thing I ask is that you don't leave us -- our dreams are being achieved but haven't been fully achieved just yet. We still need your everlasting, ever-giving, ever-damn-cool support.

So, you know, don't leave us just yet.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone.

If you have any questions about Break a Leg, Lurker or anything else, feel free to ask! We're here, waiting, watching.

Watch the Finale on YouTube!
Watch the Finale on the Website!
Read about Lurker!

-Yuri Baranovsky
...and the whole Break a Leg Team.

Well, I'm home early.

You see, nobody showed up to the play tonight. This is the first time I've ever been in a play to which no audience showed up. I should have seen this coming, only two people showed up last Saturday. Today was our first day of rain out here in I don't know how long, so the five or six people who were thinking about coming probably just said "Fuck it."

Which is what we, the cast, said when nobody showed up. "Fuck it, we're going home. You don't want to show up to watch the play? Then we're not going to perform it."

We're rebels like that.

Speaking of bare feet, let's talk about the two people who did up last Saturday.

Now if you (and someone with you) were the only two people to show up to a live performance, would you sit in the front row? Okay, not a fair question, the house at this theater only has three rows. In any case they did sit in the front row, which we can deal with because we're fucking actors, we can take it.

I actually spend the entire first scene sitting in the audience itself, then enter from the audience in scene 2. Did I just blow your mind? I like to think I blow everyone's mind with my entrance, but I think they can spot me a mile away. I'm just too damn good looking to be a regular audience member. Plus I have a leather briefcase with a bottle of wine inside it.

So I do my bit in scene 2 and we all leave the stage in the blackout, and do the scene change for scene 3. Lights come up and lo and behold! what do I see but a big bare foot staring me right in the face, attached to the man who makes up 50% of our audience that night. He just kicked off his sandals in the blackout and made himself at home. Crossed his legs even, so the foot was sticking right out there on stage.

It's worth noting here that scene 3 is played almost right on top of the front row, literally inches away. This foot, this bare foot, is seriously infringing on our personal space in a most unwelcome way. It doesn't stink or anything, but still.

I realized right then and there exactly why I hate sandals in polite company. On the beach, on the boardwalk, down by the sea, wear what you want or nothing at all, I'm all good with that. But in adult society these things have no place. Why? Because the only reason a sane adult would wear sandals in the first place is because he plans on taking them off the first opportunity he gets.

Don't look at me like that, you know what I'm saying is true.

It's not that I dislike feet all that much, but really people, these are not the best looking part of our bodies. These things are designed to hold hundreds of pounds on a constant basis through rigorous physical activity for decades. Putting sandals on your feet is like proudly dressing up a furniture dolly with a pretty little bow and ribbon and then wondering why people are looking at you funny.

Keep your feet in your shoes people, it's where they belong. No, you do not have beautiful feet. Anyone who's told you that simply means that they're beautiful in relation to all the other ugly feet they've seen, and that ain't saying much. If you really want to proudly show off a part of your anatomy, let's see some breasts.