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Post by CBG on Dec 26, 2008 20:46:06 GMT -5
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Post by Crowjunkie™ on Dec 26, 2008 20:47:36 GMT -5
Interesting blog. I will have to visit it often. (like this?) <example of comment to blog> I thought that was what we were doing......
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Post by CBG on Dec 26, 2008 20:49:38 GMT -5
Sorry, Mumms, just jackin' you around. For five years this board has existed. It has evolved, and it has regressed. I appreciate this board and it's membership more than I can articulate. You give me a place to keep the juices flowing, and have more than an occasional belly laugh. I appreciate the intelligence, and the creativity I find nowhere else. So thanks to all the members here, you know who you are, and Thanks to Forrest for starting it all. Thanks, mummi, this was a good idea.
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SpUd_Jr
Tibby
"Did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?"
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Post by SpUd_Jr on Dec 26, 2008 23:48:36 GMT -5
Cool title.
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Post by CBG on Dec 27, 2008 21:23:35 GMT -5
Greetings-
One more time... One last time...? There will always be a last time, is this one it? So many tears...so many lies, "You looked me right in the eyes." Conniving and arranging... All the energy I've wasted, Just for the sake of the tobacco I've tasted. Not to mention the money, "Usin' my allowance...honey." Supposed to have quit four years ago, When the Doctor told me so. But I'd get weak, and the menthol I'd seek. And lie about it through the other cheek. I have to quit yet again, 'cuz I got busted yet again. What kind of mentality is that?! What's wrong with my self-defense mechanism? I mean, it was a cataclysm. Seven stints in my heart, should make me depart From a stick of heated mentholated tobacco and tar. What the f- is wrong with my head? "Go tell the kids you've done it again." I want one right now so bad I can taste it, I'm gonna take the opportunity, can't be wasted.... Ahhh...that was pretty crappy, Now I hope you're happy. No not really because now I stink, And I run to wash up in the sink. They avoid my eyes, and I hear their sighs. Pray for me my friends, I hope this is the end...
Because it will be... One way or another.
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Dec 28, 2008 9:04:54 GMT -5
I have the same problem with wearing condoms on my head. Drives my wife nuts.
Seriously, though...the patch?
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Post by CBG on Dec 29, 2008 17:26:41 GMT -5
Greetings- I never considered myself much of a 'dog person'. I've always had cats, and my younger years were pretty much dogless, aside from the lame-o pooches my parents had. We've had dogs over the years, it's just that my wife liked to adopt older dogs from the shelter to give them a nice last few years. They usually had health problems, (bad skin, bad teeth, which means bad smell) which didn't make me wanna get up close and personal with them. That all changed one Sunday night at 10:00PM, a few months ago. We found a little puppy on our doorstep. Mind you we have NO neighbors. We live right off of a major California highway, and nobody lives near us. This dog was dropped off, or was gifted, and we've never know who. Anyway, we called him Gorman, because that's where he came to us, in the town of Gorman. The kids all had ideas for names of the dog, but I figured if I picked one of them, I couldn't make everyone happy. So I suggested Gorman, and it stuck. Gorman is my joy! He's always so happy. Just LOVES to run and play, and EAT everything in sight. I never thought I could get this close to a pet, (and I've oft rolled mine eyes at you dog people!) but I gotta admit...he's a wonder. I just gave him a bath, and he's sleeping at my feet. The other thing Gorman did for us was give our 10 year old Lab (yes a rescue, put he's different) a new lease on puppyhood. I've never seen Shadow so active and playful. Here's the two of them shortly after Gorman's arrival: And here's him today: I always thought my good friend crowfan was exaggerating when talking about how much Brett the Wonder Lab eats everything he gets his mouth on...my friend, I apologize, you were not exaggerating...in the least.
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Post by Crowfan on Dec 31, 2008 19:38:28 GMT -5
Make sure you have both your vet and poison control on your speed dial.
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Jan 1, 2009 0:29:28 GMT -5
You know, I always thought I would be a cat person. Dogs were too needy. But then my sister got some dogs. And yes, they were needy. But wouldn't you know it, I'm a dog person all the way.
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Post by siamesesin on Jan 12, 2009 1:44:22 GMT -5
It is possible to be both, Affy.
Gorman is adorable, Change.
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Post by CBG on Jan 30, 2009 13:31:10 GMT -5
Greetings-
There's an old saying in Hollywood: "It's not what you know, it's who you know." There are variations, some vulgar, but you get the idea. It's been my experience that this saying holds true to the extent that, you may get the job by who you know, but if you don't know what you need to know, there's ten others willing to step over your cold dead body...but I digress..
I am currently facing an impending layoff from the television show I work on. They are doing the last of the shooting today, and we may get a week at best to strike the stage, and clean-up our equipment. That leaves about three months of waiting to find out if this turd gets picked up by the network, or flushed as it deserves to be. Anyway, I'm out a job, and that means hoping the guy I'm working for now gets off his ass and gets another show/pilot in the meantime, or waiting at home for the Local hall to call and get one day gigs, again hoping you click with a supervisor who sees you work well with others, and don't complain. Considering I just bought a house, I'd like to get a little more security than piece meal.
Which brings me back to my original point, relationships. I've been in this business 20 years come March 31, and spent 17 of those years on staff at Paramount Pictures. It was a sweet time. I worked for the Backlot Management tracking daily set construction costs for up to 7 features, and 15 television shows during the '90s. I worked my ass off, but I never had to worry about lay-offs, or shows getting canceled, or wrapping for good. I made good money, and I was part of a family. Things changed in the 21st Century, and corporations merged, and relationships faded, and I found myself having to fall back on my union membership to get work as a laborer. I've been doing that for a year now, plus the cost tracking for the set building we've been doing for this show. I spend most of my time on the accounting end, but also like the physical exertion that comes with schlepping walls around, and pushing crews.
So, yesterday, I'm at the Contract Services offices to take my forklift killing berserker safety refresher course required by the industry every three years. So who do I happen to run into but one of the guys who runs the Paramount Wood Moulding shop. I've known this guy for 10 plus years, and we get to talkin' about the "glory days" at "The Mount", when he asks what I've been doin'. So, he says, kinda half-jokingly, "I should hire you to come do my paperwork." "Are you serious?"
Yeah, he was serious. He's gonna talk to his supervisor, another guy I've known and worked with and liked for 15 years, and then get back to me. Hell, for all I know the other guy hates my guts, and never told me. If it works out, it'll mean more money, set hours, no layoffs....and $4 DVDs. So keep me in your prayers, kiddies, and I'll keep you in mine.
Thanks for your time.
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Post by Captain Hygiene on Jan 30, 2009 14:27:45 GMT -5
Downsides: - No more forklifts
I hope it works out for you though, it sounds like a good opportunity.
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Post by CBG on Jan 30, 2009 14:36:08 GMT -5
Oh, plenty of forklifts, I'll have to schlepp moulding periodically, so I can still have fun with dangerous equipment...yea!
And, Thanks.
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Jan 30, 2009 14:50:57 GMT -5
May the goddess vulvulate good vibes in your direction.
Personally, I'm 33 and still haven't technically started my career. And I'm not sure if I'll be able to. Universities are cutting back on humanities faculties all over the place. I have a friend who was offered a job, tenure-track, good school, only to have the funding for it yanked out from underneath him. So now he's adjuncting at a local community college for less money than he made on a grad student stipend (like I am). Luckily, I'm married to a woman who made sane career choices instead of "following her passion" or some other crap that stoned English and philosophy professors told me when I was in college.
I should have been an accountant so people would pay me to calculate how much debt they're still in.
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Post by siamesesin on Jan 30, 2009 15:07:59 GMT -5
I'm in a similar position, to the point where I've considered going back on a tour. I would love nothing more than to go back to school and get my design degree.
I wish you lots of luck, Change. The fact that you have survived as long as you have in that industry is a testament to your abilities!
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