BECOME PART OF THE SEASON 2 DVD

We are doing a ROUNDTABLE forum as one of the DVD extras for Season 2 of Sons of Anarchy.  It'll be an on-camera free-for-all.  Me and the cast from the show in the chapel, talking shit and answering questions.   

Your questions.  

I am going to select random questions from readers of this blog and friends and fans on Facebook and Twitter.  I have set up an email account, questions@sutterink.com.  Please only submit your question there, I cannot accept them on my blog, Facebook or Twitter.  In your email, please include ONE QUESTION only, the name you would like to be identified by (because I will read it in the taping) and a return email address.  The query can be about anything related to the show, cast or crew.  You can submit as many emails as you want, but please only one question per email.  The more obscure and uncomfortable the question, the better. I will notify folks by email and probably need you to sign a waiver to use the question and say your name on camera.

The deadline is soon -- Friday, April 9th.  Pass it on.

Thanks.

RETARDED INFIDELITY

I never cheated on my first wife.  I ended that brief marriage because I knew that I wasn't ready to be a husband.  Soon after the nuptial, I became very aware that if I stayed, I would cheat.  It was really painful and extremely embarrassing for her, but I know ending that union prevented far-greater future damage.  I was trying to keep my brain one step ahead of my dick.

With my current wife of 5 years, I've got no reason to cheat.  She's a tremendous woman, who supports me, tolerates my vast collection of idiosyncrasies, loves me with all her heart, and well... is a total fucking babe.  C'mon, how lucky am I?  I get to fuck Katey Sagal.  I know this blog will embarrass her, but I don't care.  It's true and now, I've said it.

So when the shit hits the fan about all these celebrity marriages imploding because of adultry, it's a little difficult for me to wrap my brain around it.  Truth is, I don't know what it's like to be a celebrity the likes of Tiger Woods or Jesse James.  Maybe there is some repressed need to sabotage happiness because one can never really live up to the the expectation of fame.  I don't know.  Maybe it's a seven-year itch thing.  Although, I think Tiger's been scratching since year one.  I do know it makes me really respect guys like Clooney, who are smart enough not to marry yet because they know themselves. 

Look, far be if from me to cast judgment about another man's indiscretions.  The skeletons in my closet had to add on a back room. But I can express some pragmatic realities for the high-profile husband (or any husband for that matter) who is thinking about cheating on his wife.  It's simple -- Don't fuck anyone who has more to gain by revealing the affair than by keeping it a secret.  If you bed porn stars, fame whores, professional social climbers and self proclaimed tattoo models, chances are their need for money and web hits is going to override your tender whispers of, "Hey baby, we got a great thing going here.  Let's keep it between us."  I think these guys just get delusional.  When they get away with it once, they feel invulnerable, like they have super cheating powers.  "Fear not, big fake-titted extra-who-wants-to-be-in-movies, I can save you, I am Incredibly Loose Dick Man!"

And I wanna know whatever happened to hookers?  I can't imagine taking one of these dirty skanks out to dinner -- after you throw in the Vagisil, STD test, champagne and blow -- is any cheaper than a respectable call girl.  And as my buddy Chuck says, you don't pay a hooker for sex, you pay her to leave and shut up.  Discretion isn't a courtesy, it's the job description.  Now, I'm not condoning men cheating on their wives with hookers, I'm just exploring the ever-growing phenomenon of retarded infidelity.  

So to sum up -- Don't marry until you're done fucking the loose change in the sofa.  Once you do marry, don't cheat.  If for some reason, things go south (or I guess North) and you are compelled to stray, don't fuck anyone who has had more visits to the plastic surgeon than the shrink.

God bless.

 

SEASON 3 UPDATE

Ive been very negligent about my blogging lately.  Facebook and Twitter are so much easier.  And more than often, dangerous.  Me with an instant venting source is not a good thing.  My passions tend to get me in hot water.  I recently Twittered about losing an editor to Frank Darabont and basically called Frank a cunt.  Although the move was a shitty one (poaching staff), it probably didn't help my career any lashing out at Mr. Shawshank.  Add another amends to the list. 

Anyway, season three is shaping up, the premier is written and I'm finishing up a draft of 302 this weekend.  We begin production in five weeks and I hope to have two more scripts done by the time we start.  I've met with all the actors and everyone is eager to get back to work. 

You may have read in the trades this week that we signed on Kenny Johnson for six episodes.  I'm really excited about working with KJ again.  We established his character, Kozik, in episode 212 last season.  He's a Tacoma-based Son who has a history with Tig and the Redwood Originals.  We are in the process of making deals with four other guest stars.  Some returning, some new.  I will keep folks posted.  

I really appreciate the fan response on this blog, Facebook and Twitter.  People are seriously invested in SOA.  They have a lot of opinions, thoughts, desires and rants.  I love it.  Means we're doing something right.  Keep it coming.