"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
Like we talked about, I'd sure like to be that young again!
Yeah! I'd relish a pain free day!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
I gave up seeking acting jobs after an agent told me I "looked like an over-aged Hitler youth."
However, I did get one acting credit for a 1979 short film as a nameless nerd in a diner who tries everything to pick up some girls.
The title was "Chicken Salad Sandwich." It regularly played on local late night TV here in Cincinnati, because Bob Shreve would run it as filler on his all-night movie show. The big schtick was what I could do with the paper cover of a soda straw. I did several gags with it to impress the girls at the next table, the best of which was blowing it straight out horizontally and have it do a vertical loop land back on my plate.
I used to have a Youtube link for it, but it doesn't work anymore.
My claim to fame is that I had top billing over an up and coming Faith Prince who later won a Tony Award for Guys and Dolls with Nathan Lane. Faith played a waitress in this short.
The University of Cincinnati Film Society put this on the bill with Andy Worhol's Frankenstein one night. I went with the producer and some of the cast to the showing, dressed in the same jeans and shirt I'd worn in the film. I sat in the middle of the balcony for both showings and just waited for folks to recognize me. One of my life's favorite moments was getting a standing ovation from those crowds.
Well I know one thing! If they ever wanna remake "The Over The Hill Gang", I know where there's a good place for the casting agent to hunt up stars!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
No Hollywood connections here. My wife's cousin did some modeling for about two years. She spent a year modeling in Japan when the hot commodity over there was tall Caucasians with brown hair. It's insane what those girls make.
Tell her I said "what's up?"
Make sure you get the head nod right or it just won't work.
I once did a steamy bedroom scene with Diane Lane, but it was far too racy for mainstream television or movies and was relegated to B stuff on the discount rack at Video World.
Of course, she wanted to continue the shenanigans offscreen but I was too professional to fall for that nonsense and politely declined further involvement.
And then I woke up.
_______________________________________________________ An 8 dollar driveway boy living in a T-111 shack
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
I dated an aspiring comedian for a while. I think I broke her heart. A couple years later, she comped tickets to several of my friends and my parents. Her act focused on someone with my name and why she became a lesbian.
Originally Posted by 16penny
If you put Taco Bell sauce in your ramen noodles it tastes just like poverty
I provides horses and wagons for Westward Home , National Geographic movie,about homesteaders, going to SD to set up a homestead. Supposed to be a reality show about folks that, decided they wanted out of everyday modern life and wanted to do it the old fashioned way. Was a hoot to do. I drove the wagon from under the driver seat and was there if something went wrong. They only gave me one day to teach them how to drive a team. I kept telling the crew and people how to watch out for potential problems. They thought they could handle the horses without me. They blew up a stump, for a scene. Spooked the team and they broke the tongue out of the wagon. I had to take a replacement and fix the wagon. They called me each time they worked the horses after that. The so called Pioneers were great people,fun to be around. The producer kept trying to get them to start infighting but they had got together and said they would never run down each other. The producers need, the personal drama, to keep the show going.