what's the word I'm looking for...
Happy? No ... that's not it.
Pleased? No.
Wait ... I got it ... totally fucking disappointed.
While we ended up getting a lot of fine folks on camera at last night's documentary shoot, there were several people who swore they were going to be there who did not show. People I specifically invited. People I specifically wanted to be involved.
Where were you, Mailman Chris? Where were you, Adrien? That's right, I'm calling you out by name, you sleazy bastards, cause you said you would be there. But where were you, Rob from the House of Rick? Or should I say House of LIES!
And where was my Paul from the Dry County Crooks? Where was my Pornstore Jon? Where was my goddamn Dennis Pittsenbarger? Sean in Salem, Tony in the Couve, Jim in Salem, Rob the Set Builder...
Do I have to set up another one of these now just to get you lazy sons of bitches to show up?
I would like to thank Kristin and Diana and Andrew and Brian and Mark and Nate all the other wonderful people who did show. You all looked fabulous and your stories were outstanding.
Heh. Urban Chipmunk...
Pleased? No.
Wait ... I got it ... totally fucking disappointed.
While we ended up getting a lot of fine folks on camera at last night's documentary shoot, there were several people who swore they were going to be there who did not show. People I specifically invited. People I specifically wanted to be involved.
Where were you, Mailman Chris? Where were you, Adrien? That's right, I'm calling you out by name, you sleazy bastards, cause you said you would be there. But where were you, Rob from the House of Rick? Or should I say House of LIES!
And where was my Paul from the Dry County Crooks? Where was my Pornstore Jon? Where was my goddamn Dennis Pittsenbarger? Sean in Salem, Tony in the Couve, Jim in Salem, Rob the Set Builder...
Do I have to set up another one of these now just to get you lazy sons of bitches to show up?
I would like to thank Kristin and Diana and Andrew and Brian and Mark and Nate all the other wonderful people who did show. You all looked fabulous and your stories were outstanding.
Heh. Urban Chipmunk...
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I always knew I wasn't goin' to this one. But I have some of my story well-rehearsed and am eager for another shot if you set up another session. I'll se watching for an posting.
And fortunately, I speak in less typos than the above post may imply.
Michael... I spared you public humiliation because I like you. But don't think I'm not deeply, deeply disappointed in you.
yeah, cause my rock stories would be so great
"so this one time, I saw Winger, and they sucked"
If I felt like I had anything to contribute I would have been there with little fairy shoes with bells attached and a compass in the stock which tells time. Sorry :(
Hmm... I think I'm beginning to see the problem here...
Perhaps folks thought their stories had to be really remarkable or outrageous or something. But, you see, we begin with a series of questions -- such as "what was the first rock concert you ever went to" -- questions that anyone could answer.
And then we let people tell whatever stories they want to, though not everyone has a special story to tell, which is totally okay.
But you see how even "this one time I saw Winger and they sucked" works just fine. Cause that's the sort of stuff we're looking for, in addition to the really outrageous stories.
Basically, if you were alive in the 80s and not in a coma, you would have something to contribute.
Finally, a personal invitation...the fact that is was coupled with humiliation and disappointment makes it all that much more special.
Besides, I Wednesday I was doing the Lord's Work - hosting a bachelor party.
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