Tuesday, September 5th, 2000

NOOF Nailed By Litigation

New Frontier (a porn company on NASDAQ which owns IGallery) stock has plunged 30% due to a $22 million judgment against it by former investor J.P. Lipson. NOOF has a ton of other litigation against them. They faced a hearing from Nasdaq a few months ago to see if they could stay on Nasdaq. About a year ago, Nasdaq delisted the porn company Metro Home Video.

I found this post on Yahoo stock quotes messages:

Marketspy writes: "Sorry Noofguy, but based on the numbers in the 10Q this company is finished unless it files Chapter 11. The 10Q reveals that the total Book value of the assets of the company is less than the judgment. The hard assets are less than $16 Million. Even if the judgment were reduced to $5,000,000 Lipson could levy on all the cash in the bank and put the company out of business. He could also levy on the cable companies who pay Noof and get the money paid to satisfy the judgment. Please understand that Judgment Creditors levy on REAL MONEY and REAL HARDWARE. They are not adjustments to the balance sheet. At this point Lipson should probably settle for about 3/4 of the total equity in the company in new stock. Otherwise there will be a Chapter 11 plan in which creditors will get 10 cents on the dollar and some company with lots of cash will get ALL of the assets. EQUITY is wiped out. IE Shareholders get ZIP. That is how LAW works."

Guzzihead2000 writes: "Evidence of SEC Violations/Fraud/Etc... I worked in the NOOF offices for almost a year and am privy to a lot of information and evidence that any party seeking damages from NOOF will want to know. Many people are aware of who I am and what I know; and have avoided bringing me into this case to keep NOOF's stock up. This includes former legal counsel to NOOF and present litigants. I have had many conversations with the SEC; any parties seeking justice in this situation sould contact me."

BOULDER, Colo., Sept. 5 /PRNewswire/ -- New Frontier Media, Inc. (Nasdaq: NOOF - news), a leader in the electronic distribution of adult entertainment, announced today that it intends to file appropriate post trial motions and move for appeal, if necessary, in Lipson v. New Frontier Media, Inc. et al., in which a six-person jury found the Company liable for claims stemming from a letter of intent entered into between the Company and J.P. Lipson in October, 1998.

At the same time, the Company said that it was pleased that the jury sided with New Frontier Media rejecting the plaintiff's claim that the Company and its two principal officers had violated the Colorado Securities Act. The jury found that Mr. Lipson is entitled to liquidated damages of $10 million on his claims for breach of contract and breach of the covenant of good faith and fair dealing, and $1 million actual damages and $1 million punitive damages on his claims for fraudulent inducement and fraudulent concealment.

The Company's Chairman, Mark Kreloff, and Executive Vice President, Michael Weiner, were each found individually liable for an additional $125,000 in compensatory damages and $125,000 in punitive damages. Because the amounts awarded on various claims are alternative rather than cumulative remedies, the Company therefore anticipates that Mr. Lipson will be required to elect between recovery on his fraud or contract claims.

Mr. Lipson had sought damages in excess of $25 million on his contract and fraud claims, plus punitive damages.The Court has not yet entered judgment in the case. Colorado law also provides for a 15-day automatic stay once judgment is entered and the Court has the discretion to impose a further stay. ``The verdict will in no way interrupt the services we provide our customers, nor will it impact the leadership position we have worked hard to earn in our industry,'' New Frontier Media said.

Welcome To The Jungle

Luke: Last Thursday, I published this report by an unhappy member of the Adam & Eve production in South America. This weekend I interviewed porn star John Decker who gives a different perspective.

First, here is the initial post:

A journal of ULTIMATE PICTURES/ADAM & EVE production in Venezuela. By a Survivor.

Day 1. A 12 hour flight, wait for the baggage, get through customs, load into a van for the trip into town. Several hours after getting off the plane we finally arrive at a hotel. We're starving and the restaurants closed. It takes a lot of persuasion, but the local coordinator arranges dinner.

Day2. The jeep ride from hell. Overloaded into 2 jeeps, with the luggage tied on the roof, the 2 hour ride becomes over 4 hours of bumping & jostling over badly rutted dirt roads. Through the river and through the woods we go, occasional heads lean out the window to barf, trying to be careful not to get smacked by tree branches. What have we gotten ourselves into ???? We arrive at the posada, which was explained as a resort hotel on white sand beaches. The beach is somewhere over the mountain. There is no hot water. No, it is broken, there never was, never will be hot water. It seems that hot water isn't a necessity in the jungle. Before we brace for the cold showers, we're all given a towel. It will be ours for the next two weeks. It's instantly apparent how important it is to guard that towel. The only version of air-conditioning is standing in front of the fan after getting out of the cold shower. I suppose that's a solution to the towel shortage as well. It's hot, sticky, there are lots of mosquitoes. The food is mysterious. Women should be mysterious, not food. I can't sleep so I watch the lizards crawl through the bottom of my door. I could really go for a bottle of water, but the bats flying around the dining room freak me out. Welcome to the jungle.

Day 3. We get the morning lecture from Nick Pinkowski, director and producer, about how important it is no one at the posada and no one in town find out what we're really doing here. That's when the scope of the lies is apparent. We were told what we were doing here is legal, apparently it is not. The prospect of a third world jail is hugely unappealing, but we're trapped here with no way out for two weeks. I knew this was a bad idea. Next time I'll follow my instincts. Kelly, the director's wife is a bitch. I hope she's just that way in the morning.

THE BEACH. The local beach is full of locals. Given the secrecy of our mission, we have to climb into a couple rickety wooden boats and head for a private beach. As the water gets rough and waves crash over the boats, I wish there were life vests, especially since some of us can't swim. The sea is too rough to get the boats to the beach, so we have to swim for it. Those that can't swim are pulled to shore. The crew ferries equipment high over their heads one piece at a time. There are many harried moments as several of the crew are getting thrashed about in the sea. The biggest guy gets smashed in the back when the boat shoots up and comes down on him. It becomes frighteningly obvious how dangerous this trip is. I'm told not to worry about the sharks, it's the barracuda that you really have to watch out for. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

DAY 4. We've barely begun shooting and we're already a day behind. It seems like the crew should all be in the emergency room instead of working. The food is getting worse and worse. It's okay, I can survive on Oreo's and coke. I'm not the only one with that idea and we run out of coke.The director is screaming at everyone, his wife's the bitch from hell, we're hungry, we're tired, we're sunburned and mosquito bitten- and we haven't yet begun to fight.

DAY 5. Sunrise. Sautéed squid for breakfast. I'm not the only one to opt for crackers and water. My room smells like moldy socks. No maid service or laundry service ate this resort (Except for the director and his wife) It's raining, it's pouring, and we're hiking across rivers and up treacherous mountain trails to shoot a waterfall scene. We sit muddy in the cold rain waiting for hours for it to stop. Everything hurts. A big moral booster. After we drag ourselves and a lot of big, heavy equipment back down the mountain and through the river a couple of miles , it's a treat. Burgers. A long way from being as good as Mc Donalds, but they're here, they're familiar, and they're not fish. We're happy with the burgers.

DAY 6. The crew is sick. They think it's funny exchanging vomiting and diarrhea stories. I guess any amusement is good. The director is a bigger asshole every day, screaming at people who can barely walk. The first aid kit is almost empty and the nearest pharmacy is an eight hour round trip to Caracas. So far we've had 1 dislocated hip, 2 back injuries, spider bites, countless mosquito bites, various nasty unidentified stings and bites, sunburn, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, cuts, scrapes, etc. I wish I hadn't listened to the director when he told us that shots and malaria pills weren't necessary for this area. Obviously he was just too cheap to pay for them. I found out him and his wife got all the shots. I guess the rest of us just have to cross our fingers and hope whatever we get goes away quickly.

DAY 7. We're prisoners in the posada. Between meals, there is only coke and water. Lunch was sandwiches with one piece of meat between two stale pieces of bread. All things considered, it wouldn't have been that bad and some of us wish we hadn't missed it. There's a conspiracy forming to find out where Nick and Kelly are hiding their secret stash of Gatorade, Cookies, and chocolate bars. Even civilized men revert to primitive means when they're starving. The first wave to get sick are hungry now, haven't eaten in days. For the second wave to get sick food isn't an issue. Tension runs high, tempers are flaring. The director is no longer the only person prone to outbursts of rage. Only 3 more days. We can do anything for three days, can't we.

DAY ???. The days are running together now. We finished shooting at 3 a.m. and had to leave to shoot again at 6 a.m. I guess sleep is one of the last necessities we need to prove isn't really necessary. Nick and Kelly and a few others have been calling one of the actresses a bitch for days now. I just don't see it. I think everyone's holding up really good, considering. The fact that no one has been physically assaulted is amazing. Maybe it helps that the biggest guys have been the sickest. Well, bitch or not, things went to far today. "The bitch" has been writing her name on her water bottle, and Nick thought it totally amusing to spit into her water bottle. We just crossed over to a new realm of disgusting and I'm just walking around numb until it's time to leave.

THE LAST DAY. The director and his wife are leaving for town. We wish we weren't being left behind for one more day, but the end's in sight and the main objects of our hostility will be gone. We can hang. The production manager is finally able to wrangle a jeep and takes us into town. It's only for an hour, and it's the seediest little town you can imagine, but we love it. The production manager buys us cold sodas. Whatever kind we want. And cigarettes, and rum. Rum will have to make a good souvenir, there aren't many choices and we can't go back home empty handed. We walk the two blocks of the beach and pose for pictures together as the sun sets. We're refreshed, happier than we've been since we got there. We should have done this days ago.

THE WAY HOME. We don't care about the bumpy jeep ride, we are too exhausted to really appreciate a real restaurant with real food and a hotel with hot showers. We can finally make a phone call for the first time in two weeks. There's a dinner we're all invited to at the hotel, and most of us show up, but what can this even begin to do to make up for the last two weeks. The new gold and diamond jewelry the director and his wife are wearing that they bought in town today, we can't help wishing that money had been spent on some of the simpler things, like food for the crew. We can't help but wonder why they've never once asked how anyone was felling or how anyone was doing. We can only hope we never become people like that. But, We're focused on one thing and one thing alone. Tomorrow we'll be HOME AT LAST.

John Decker responds: "I was in Venezuela. My take - there wasn't enough food the first couple of days. When people got to work, blood sugar dropped. We said, we need more food and this is what we eat. And the food got better. And we got more of it.

"There was nobody with their head out the window puking on the ride. Lots of people got carsick but I did not see anybody puke.

"It was a porno shoot in a third-world country in the jungle. Which part of this should be a surprise? People had no idea what a third-world country is... People tend to get used to what we have here.

"Ok, there was no hot running water. At first, it is a shock to the system and then fast it becomes very welcome. I mean, it is 110 degrees outside. After you finish a sex scene, you're overheating and dying. Cold water is your friend.

"Yeah, tempers flared between a lot of people but you can expect that. Two weeks in the jungle, it is amazing that nobody decked anybody else. The confrontations never became physical.

Decker: "Everybody busted their asses to make it work and everybody survived.

"Shooting on location always has its down side. Punch "Venezuela" into a search engine on your computer and it will tell you everything you need to know about the country. It was no big surprise. The problem was with communication. I was told it was a resort on the beach. It was not on the beach. And other people read more into the word "resort" than they should. It is true we only had one towel for the duration. There was no hot water. The lack of phone access was a pain.

"Whoever wrote that was being way too hard on the director's wife. She was not a bitch.

"There were lots of personality clashes.

"You've got a lot of people and a lot of things going on over eleven days. Personality clashes will happen. The heat will get to some people. But tempers did not flare there more than on any shoot. I've gotten into much greater altercations on three day shoots here where conditions were fine. People just weren't ready for where we were going and what we were doing.

"There was a food issue. The squid breakfast thing, ok... And I was the one who was a pain in the ass about the food. I eat a lot here of heavy American foods. And you get down there and they are tiny little f---ing meals... I was shooting a scene on top of a mountain when my hypoglycemia kicked in. And I was about to pass out and fall off the mountain. So when I got back, I said, ok, food. Real food. Carbs, protein. Lots of serious food. And they did. They started feeding us much more.

"They were feeding us their portions. Americans don't eat Venezuelan portions. We eat big hearty meals, especially considering the crew working long, hot days in the heat. The male performers were me, Dale DeBone and Evan Stone. These are not guys who eat small meals. Particularly when we're pounding out scenes in the middle of the jungle.

"It wasn't that bad. It was what you would expect from a two-week porno shoot deep in the jungles of Venezuela. People expected it to be a vacation.

"Any complaints I have are just indigenous to the jungle. There are too many bugs. Duh! It's a jungle! It wasn't bad. You check your room when you go to bed. You chase them out. Yes, there are fruit bats on the patio but they are harmless. The most dangerous thing we found was when one of the crew got hit by a wave.

"Other than that, the greatest catastrophe was mosquitos and no hot water."

Luke: "Are you still producing?"

John: "Yes, I've got half a movie shot that I am putting together now. It is a feature. I'm taking off for Europe again in a few weeks and shooting there."

Terrors From The Clit 2

Slain Wayne writes: Luke. The appropriate title for this piece would have to be "Terrors from the set" as Murphy's Law comes into affect while shooting over the weeked. It is the start of the long awaited sequel to Terrors from the Clit, which was released almost two years ago. So far Extreme Associates is putting alot of effort on Tom Zupko's project and while shooting Kristi Myst for a monk gang bang, I was shooting Candi Cotton getting banged by Cannibles on Houdini's old property site.

The first day of shooting was a nightmare since Brandi, A newcomer to this business, was sick so we had to rebook on the last minute, finally Gauge and Mojo came on the set for the Evil Love Doll segment where Guaged gets D.P.d with Nick East. The scene came out great even though there were two power outage from a blow fuse during a D.P. scene and the Pop shot scene. Lucky the guys were patient. I like to thank the cast and crew for doing a great job even through the maddness.

On the second day the Crew lost the costumes for the natives so we had to rip a towel and make loinclothes out of them on the location, it worked out well thanks to the help of Casey, who did the costuming, although things went wrong I was glad to have the cast and crew thinking on their feet. Alexader Devoe, who was one of the natives, thankfully brought his girlfriend Diana Devoe, as I ran out of batteries and film she was kind enough to lend me hers. The Cast also helped in the problem solving and carrying out the equipment. I can't understand though how they all had fun on the set, Candi Cotton was really into her scene, but I was having a nervous breakdown. Thought I'd tell you. Slain Wayne

P.S. Enclosed is a photo of Guage with the Evil Love Doll in Terrors from the Clit #2 hopefully this video will be done with no more problems.

How To Videos From The Experts

Torris writes on RAME: How about some helpful "how to" videos from the experts:

1. Steve Hirsch's Video Editing Techniques

2. Marc Wallice's Fake IDs

3. John T Bone on Porn Ethics Volumes I and II

4. Rodney Moore: How to Pick Up Leper Chicks

5. Randy Detroit on Selling Life Insurance in da Hood

6. Miss Sharon Mitchell: Sorcery for Fun and Profit Series:

Vol. 1 - Leeches are your friend
Vol 2 - Prayer and HIV
Vol 3 - How to Erase Xerox smudges from notarized documents

7. Mark Kernes on How to Review Movies Without Having to Bother Watching Them

8. Nina Hartley's How to Make Love to a Stroke Victim

9. Patrick Riley reads from his dissertation from NYU on "Boyish Butts: Why Bonobos are Preferable to 99.9% of Porn Stars"

10. Brandy Alexander's Key to a Life Long Career in the Porn Business: Humility, Modesty and Forgiveness

Rob adds on RAME:

11. Matt Ramsey: My Secret Life As A Straight Porn Star

12. Gene Ross: Bald Is Beautiful

13. Terri Weigel: Go From Playboy Playmate to Prostitute in 10 Easy Steps

14. Houston's Magic Secrets featuring How To Make 50 Parolees Turn Into 620!

15. Luke F-rd's The Importance of Ethics in Journalism

Dudley Moore writes:

Here's a list of Luke F-rd videos for Video Porners:

Introduction to the Mafia 101

Mafia History 102

How to Get Your Own Syndicated Talkshow 103

Box Covers 104

Talkshow Etiquette for Porners 105

Introduction to the IRS 106

Introduction to the Criminal Justice System 107

And Luke's advanced curriculum for Internet Porners:

How to Get Yourself Killed on the Net 901

How to Correctly and Profitably Misunderstand Your Audience 902

Paranoia 903

Dishing 904

Credit Cards/Pay Now Play Later 905

Net Gossip

Barney writes on Netpond to Scott Phillips, a Brisbane internet pornographer, about the Netpond sponsored program TrafficInc, which owes porners hundreds of thousands of dollars: Scott, I can honestly tell you I would never send traffic to Australians again. Prophet has mislead so many webmasters. Dont tell me they didnt get their money bcause every webmaster that ever dealt with Crescent knows that they paid in advance.

Im afraid your name is ruined along with prophet, nick, and the rest of the netpond gang. I would love to post my real name but I am embarrassed to admit that I would never send you a single hit ever again because you have done nothing but breed the biggest theives on the net. Nick, Prophet, Anthony, etc all profited by this scam. Either in banner ads or direct income. I hope they enjoy the Vipers and everything else they have made from stealing from some of the most well known webmasters in the biz. Its a shame that this place has turned into this..

Hell Is A Bad Place

In the past few days Jack Chick has exposed papal conspiracies, evolutionary fallacies, and various and sundry moral indecencies. Today he conquers the popular myth that Hell is somehow a fun place. It is not the nonstop orgy portrayed in The Devil In Miss Jones Vol. 1 - 5! Porners beware the Lake of Fire! Click here: No Fear?

Luke Gets Mail

Esteban writes: Luke, to set you straight (no pun intended): Of the number of ladies victimized that day AFTER the conclsion of the Puertorican parade (theres no "Puertorican Day"), a number happen to be Puertorican or other Hispanic. The assailants came in all colors, but a gang of black hoodlums was predominant although not exclusively. It's no different from attacks by drunken "white" college students, and just as criminal. In any such cases, the culprits need to be apprehended and punished as swiftly as possible. Regardless of race or ethnicity.

Now as far as we "evil" NY Puertoricans go, we come in all colors and flavors. Mostly Caucasian (and thats from keltic, Iberian-Basque, and Germanic stock a little "whiter" than your garden variety Anglo Saxon trash brought over as indentured servants) . As for the Native American, African and Oriental genes, those are welcome, too. It is a principle of genetics that you need to continuously recombine genes among the races, else you end up with the unbred degenerates that are called "white" in Amerika. But how were YOU to know.