The joy of long personal conversations, is when people tell you things, things they wouldn’t tell anyone, things they know you couldn’t tell, or no one would believe
It’s funny cause this tragic story about unappreciated work actually made me feel braver about mine since I feel like I’m not the only one getting unappreciated. Thanks, Thank you.
Oooo! I have a story! So… on the set of “The People VS Larry Flint,” a particular actress, while filming inside Flint’s home was leaving menstrual blood all over the furniture wherever she was sitting. Since she was very fidgety—- she changed seats frequently. The person that told me this story was the one who had to clean it.
Speaking of advertisements in the wrong place, I worked in sales at History Channel back when it was all WWII programming and one of our accounts was Nissan and we had to make sure we didn’t air in any Japanese WWII programs. German was ok, the buyer told me, but nein on Japanese. Then one day I was over at my dad’s house and he was watching History and the show was Rape of Nanking and in the first commercial break one our the Nissan spots popped up. I broke out into a sweat. The actual Nissan client in LA was an avid History fan and thankfully he didn’t see it, unlike when a BMW spot aired in a Nazi show and they pulled their advertising from the network for good.
Does anyone know the origin of the story Chuck mentions above about that master painter the let his subject sit calmly till he/she snapped -- and only then start to paint? Who was the master painter? Are there more details to this story?
Hey Chuck! I still don't have a story to submit yet, I apologize for that. Still in the works. But something came up that I wanted you to know. Our dog, Snow, we had to put her down two days ago. You sent her toys. She was 14 and started having seizures recently. She also had congestive heart failure. There was nothing the vet could do. Mom has been sobbing hard and asking for liquor. Our house feels...so lifeless now. Mom loved her dogs but said she can't go through with getting another one. So yeah, that's me right now.
Now that I'm here, I gotta say, I really enjoy the Story Night videos. My favorite is Erin. Her readings are wildly entertaining and fun.
Today I learned to shut up instead of asking questions, and to make friends in rural Ireland before releasing this story that makes fun of religion. Good timing on the second tip. May finish this thing soon.
If you don't say anything to a used car salesperson, if you just sit there silently, they'll keep talking, keep lowering the price. It's always worked for me...
"A distant and laughable third – his words, not mind, and consider that we’re talking about wannabe Nazis, here – third choice was to be a Canadian soldier."
Clearly not trying to seduce anyone here but I just had the strangest dream. We were in Portland. Most of us here. The street were packed with a parade of cars. Pumping music out of giant speakers. People wearing masks, tossing confetti and water bottles out of their car windows trying to hit us. Giving one finger and shouting at passers by.
For whatever reason we stopped at Chuck’s place. This wooden house in the suburb. We shared our pieces, we laughed. The was this lady in the kitchen corner. Hands together and dark hair nicely put together. She had this beautiful smile looking at us all. She was happy. Chuck said, “That’s my mom.”
Before leaving, I felt the sudden urge to wash the dishes we ate on. Jump to my hotel in the city with a maze of corridors and no doors. Chuck gave us a ride and said goodbye the way they do in France. Smacking our cheeks together. Then he stared at us and said, “That’s what you do in Europe, right?”
I’m visiting my parents, trying not to gain half a stone like a usually do. Must be the heavy food. So either I go on a diet or book a flight soon to join Hindsight Story Nights.
Your post reminds me of the time a fan edited Wikipedia in order to gain VIP access for the band's concert. He claimed he was a family member of one of the band mates.. Lazy? Yes. Genius and funny!? Yes. https://time.com/4136607/peking-duk-fan-wikipedia-backstage/
My gym teachers name was Mrs. Boule. She smoked pall malls and was tanned like a baked ham.
The joy of long personal conversations, is when people tell you things, things they wouldn’t tell anyone, things they know you couldn’t tell, or no one would believe
It’s funny cause this tragic story about unappreciated work actually made me feel braver about mine since I feel like I’m not the only one getting unappreciated. Thanks, Thank you.
Oooo! I have a story! So… on the set of “The People VS Larry Flint,” a particular actress, while filming inside Flint’s home was leaving menstrual blood all over the furniture wherever she was sitting. Since she was very fidgety—- she changed seats frequently. The person that told me this story was the one who had to clean it.
I’ve held onto that one for a long time.
Speaking of advertisements in the wrong place, I worked in sales at History Channel back when it was all WWII programming and one of our accounts was Nissan and we had to make sure we didn’t air in any Japanese WWII programs. German was ok, the buyer told me, but nein on Japanese. Then one day I was over at my dad’s house and he was watching History and the show was Rape of Nanking and in the first commercial break one our the Nissan spots popped up. I broke out into a sweat. The actual Nissan client in LA was an avid History fan and thankfully he didn’t see it, unlike when a BMW spot aired in a Nazi show and they pulled their advertising from the network for good.
The perils of advertising!
Does anyone know the origin of the story Chuck mentions above about that master painter the let his subject sit calmly till he/she snapped -- and only then start to paint? Who was the master painter? Are there more details to this story?
Hey Chuck! I still don't have a story to submit yet, I apologize for that. Still in the works. But something came up that I wanted you to know. Our dog, Snow, we had to put her down two days ago. You sent her toys. She was 14 and started having seizures recently. She also had congestive heart failure. There was nothing the vet could do. Mom has been sobbing hard and asking for liquor. Our house feels...so lifeless now. Mom loved her dogs but said she can't go through with getting another one. So yeah, that's me right now.
Now that I'm here, I gotta say, I really enjoy the Story Night videos. My favorite is Erin. Her readings are wildly entertaining and fun.
Today I learned to shut up instead of asking questions, and to make friends in rural Ireland before releasing this story that makes fun of religion. Good timing on the second tip. May finish this thing soon.
If you don't say anything to a used car salesperson, if you just sit there silently, they'll keep talking, keep lowering the price. It's always worked for me...
"A distant and laughable third – his words, not mind, and consider that we’re talking about wannabe Nazis, here – third choice was to be a Canadian soldier."
Ouch. I wonder why.
it makes me think of James Ellroy's american tabloid trilogy, a lot of unspeakable infos about politics and cinema stars from the 50's.
some might be true, some aren't.
Now I'm going to have to regularly google "Nazi Larping" to see if someone ever ends up purchasing those pics... good thing for Incognito
Clearly not trying to seduce anyone here but I just had the strangest dream. We were in Portland. Most of us here. The street were packed with a parade of cars. Pumping music out of giant speakers. People wearing masks, tossing confetti and water bottles out of their car windows trying to hit us. Giving one finger and shouting at passers by.
For whatever reason we stopped at Chuck’s place. This wooden house in the suburb. We shared our pieces, we laughed. The was this lady in the kitchen corner. Hands together and dark hair nicely put together. She had this beautiful smile looking at us all. She was happy. Chuck said, “That’s my mom.”
Before leaving, I felt the sudden urge to wash the dishes we ate on. Jump to my hotel in the city with a maze of corridors and no doors. Chuck gave us a ride and said goodbye the way they do in France. Smacking our cheeks together. Then he stared at us and said, “That’s what you do in Europe, right?”
I’m visiting my parents, trying not to gain half a stone like a usually do. Must be the heavy food. So either I go on a diet or book a flight soon to join Hindsight Story Nights.
Your post reminds me of the time a fan edited Wikipedia in order to gain VIP access for the band's concert. He claimed he was a family member of one of the band mates.. Lazy? Yes. Genius and funny!? Yes. https://time.com/4136607/peking-duk-fan-wikipedia-backstage/