The internets? Fuggedaboutit. Hell, the TV's consisted of only a couple of grainy local channels obtained via much maneuvering of the rabbit ears. End result - mucho time to think and relax...and think some more.
So what better way to ease back into posting than with a tag...although I'd pretty much turned off my 'tagged' button, but when it comes from Grumpy O. Selznick (aka Gregory Segal) I couldn't say no. Grumpy is a film producer based out of New York but of late is commuting back and forth to LA. His blog, Don't Tell Me How It Ends has entertained me for some time now.
Da tag rules...
Once you’ve been tagged, as I have, you must write a blog post with ten weird, random things, little-known facts or habits about yourself. At the end, choose at least 5 people to be tagged, list their names and why you picked them. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you’ve been tagged” and tell them to read your latest blog.
I think I'm pretty much tapped out for cool little-known facts or habits about myself, so here goes nothing...
1) I joined a local magic club when I was 11 or 12. It consisted of two much older boys (mid to late teens) and myself. We practiced our tricks for each other in front of mirrors down in one of the teens parents' basement. I had to wear a top hat. And a cape. If it was today, the two teens would probably be arrested.
2) I played in several incarnations of garage bands through high school and university. I even tried my darnedest to look like a rock n'roller....yikes!
Fav original songs that never made it further than a demo tape: "No Waiting"; "Room 22"; and "Jen Jenny 6769"...fav covers included "No Fun"; "Brown Sugar"; "Wild Thing"; and anything by Lou Reed or the Velvet Underground.
3) The first film set I was on was my own...in film school at university. The first professional film set I was on was also my own...a major network Xmas drama where I was parachuted in to direct no less than a week before shooting began because the female producer and male director got romantically involved and then had a big-time falling out. Lesson learned? Don't f*ck the help.
4) I never thought of myself as the fatherly-type or particularly good with children...yet have four kids (actually six on certain weeks) and have produced a fair number of youth or family orientated TV shows. Go figure.
5) I've met Ron Jeremy.
6) I'm not exactly as large as Ron Jeremy, but pretty darn close. (I'm talking about my body weight here gang...sheesh)
7) I like my sweets but in small doses. I'm notorious for pulling out a candy bar with a bite taken from it, having another nibble, and putting it back in my pocket. Same goes for muffins. I'm also that annoying guy at dinner who will endorse getting some dessert, but "only wants a bite."
8) I once directed one of my all-time comedy heroines in SCTV alumni Andrea Martin.
She was to play a quirky grain elevator operator in a family fantasy film set on the prairies. It was a quick in-and-out role, and I only first met Ms. Martin on route to set for her first scene. After exchanging pleasantries, she asks me how tall the building was that she would be operating the elevator in. She apparently thought she was a lift operator like someone you'd have in a fancy hotel.
I didn't know what to say, and finally stammered that it was a grain elevator and she was the operator of said facility (as in she checked and weighed and graded the grain when it arrived from the farmers).
She stared at me for a moment, and then shrugged and told me just to tell her where to stand and make sure her lighting was good. Lesson learned? Check that actors have actually read script before they sign on.
9) I golfed a lot growing up and got pretty good, placed in some junior tourneys and even finished in the top 5 in a couple of club championships. But I grew up where the snow isn't truly gone until May and can start to fly again by October. Ugh. To this day I wonder what kind of player I might've been had I grown up some place in the world where one could actually play the game more than 4 months of the year. No wonder all the best golfers are from SoCal, Arizona, or Florida.
10) I can't sing to save my life. Seriously. Worst. Singer. Ever (though that didn't really stop me in the garage band days). Today, if anyone shouts karaoke, I am so outta there.
Okay...there. Done.
And tagging in no particular order:
Callaghan (just to get him back in the blogging game)
McGrath (because I know he hates getting tagged)
Lisa Klink (just because she's new to the blogging game)
Julie Gray (even though I still owe her a tag)
Greg (because even though he still can't throw me a sidebar link, he cracks me up)
3 comments:
Very nice to make an exception on my behalf.
File it under coincidence, but I saw Ron Jeremy, yes a spotting, at the Edendale Grill on Rowena on Thursday nite. I didnt have a camera. He was there, presumably, for the big birthday party going on in the back. When he made his escape, hirsute fella that he is (receding hairline and all), he looked just like that lumbering bigfoot from the famous super eight movie, bent over, shambling, and looking over his shoulder whilst departing.
and im linking to you now...
Ok. Thanks for the tag. Never did it before... but as I told David... it beats writing... :)
And I have finally added you to my sidebar. I come here everyday... and just never take the time to mess with the code... so now I have. Sorry.
Keep up the great work. You sight is a great encouragement and distraction... not necessarily in that order... :)
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