This'll be brief; I don't have any airport/train/bus/highway-traffic woes to share, other than when I departed the subway under Broadway/ 50th St., there was a giant rat calmly strolling by on the platform, seemingly not at all alarmed by the mass of people descending upon its turf. An omen, I guess.
I had burned 90 DVDs for the gang and first distributed them to some in the place now known as Angelo's (next door to the marquee), then to everyone else when they went outside to stand in line and do whatever they're supposed to do for their tickets. All good, all sweet, hugs, handshakes, laughs, sobs, trading shoelaces, the usual.
Suddenly one of the LS Security goons -- I mean -- fine gentlemen protecting LS audiences from undesirables (we'll call him Guy #1) -- approached and instructed me to immediately halt my distribution, stating that I was "soliciting" material to audience members in line.
Everyone in the gang laughed and assumed that this guy had been part of a ruse set up by someone on the LS staff. But he kept up his very serious, very threatening pose, and said he was going to call the cops. I told him they'd find me in Rupert's.
So I left the gang and entered what, while still called a deli, is now considered a sacred sanctuary from all things police. Rupert was busy overcharging his lunchtime customers, but I saw LS Security Guy #1 through the glass outside, talking to another gentleman with likewise earpiece/stern-look-on-face. I asked Rupert who those guys were, and all he did was shake his head and warned that I was in deep, deep trouble. Rupert is always a soothing presence.
So I figured I'd try to patch things up with Guy #1; went up to both #1 and #2 and acted contrite, apologized for challenging his authority, not realizing earlier that he was actually serious, and attempted to explain that there had been no "soliciting" going on, just me handing out gifts to my fellow Dave-heads.
They'd have none of it. #1 said he'd received a complaint from "upstairs" (from whom, I dunno; likely one of the pages outside who alerted security) and kept on insisting that I was harassing the LS audience, particularly because I didn't have a ticket to the show.
I kept on insisting that that wasn't the case and asked that they contact their boss, Bill DeLace. #2 said, "You don't want to deal with Bill DeLace." I said, "Yeah, I do." #2 then told me that he should never see me on "the premises" ever again and then disgustedly walked away.
Many thoughts were racing through my fragile and feeble brain: what the hell had I done, and, boy, are these guys in trouble. So I wandered back into the sanctuary, feeling like a wanted man on the lam. After a short while I saw the Stengel brothers walk by, so I raced out and caught up with them, explaining what was going on. Eric: "We'll take care of it." Me to self: "Somehow I think they have other priorities to deal with than this."
Stood for a bit outside, when Guy #2 comes by, doesn't approach me, but I hear him talking into his mouthpiece, "Yeah, I'm by the stage door; he's nearby."
So once again I slowly dashed (yes, an oxymoron) into the sanctuary and waited for something terribly bad to happen, and soon, thinking, "This is the best DaveCon ever!"
Eventually, the group, having secured their audience IDs, fingerprints, and mugshots, returned, and, as always sympathetic towards their fellow man, laughed their asses off. Meanwhile, I'm about to be put in a box and sent to Gitmo.
Then some guy with a blank cap came by, asked who "Donz" was. I was tempted to point to someone, anyone, but didn't think fast enough and fessed up. Blank-cap guy was, let's call him "Jim," who works on the show. At this point I didn't believe anyone who said who they were, but he was friendly-insistent, and later showed me his LS ID card.
He apologized for the incident, said that everything was taken care of. I would have liked to have believed him, but I noticed laser beams pointed at my chest and forehead. Small comfort.
"Jim" said he had been instructed by Jude to set things straight (bless the Jude), and that Bill DeLace would handle Guys #1 and #2. Then saw the Wahoo Mike and tried to drag him toward Guy #2, but Mike, once and always a cop, and instantly put me in a shoulder-hold, pinning me to the ground, yelling, "don't move, punk, or say goodbye to Skooder." Mike's still got it.
Then saw Gaines walk by; she just said, "It's taken care of" and kept on walking.
Traci cornered Bill Scheft, so I had to regale him with my plight. He pretended to care, too.
Will Lee walked by, but Micah managed to grab his ankles, so he had no choice but to feign interest in our company until he saw an opening and fled.
[Will is a great guy; with all that he's accomplished in the music world, he remains a stand-up, normal person.]
Saw Guy #1 (the original "soliciting" accuser) and asked, "Are we cool?" He said something to the effect of someone lacking a sense of humor, or something, and walked away. My sense of relief was underwhelming.
Finally, after the gang went back in line for the taping, I saw and approached Mr. DeLace, who couldn't have been more, I guess the word would be "comforting" -- I readily acknowledged that even though they had been given faulty intelligence (where have we heard that before), Guys #1 and #2 were simply doing their job. Still, Bill deeply apologized for what had happened and extended his hand. Now _that_ was reassuring, but I would have liked to have set things straight with #1 and 2.
Went home, still agitated and uncertain of my freedom, said my peace with Skooder, tried to make arrangements for her feeding once I was put away for life, but no one was around, and then returned to the Ed to await the end of the show, after which someone would let me inside for whatever Tony and his minstrels had in store for his little nickelodeon extravaganza.
Waited outside; the show went long. Saw Teri Garr exit the stage door, walk with great difficulty but with the loving help and care of someone who seemed to be her care-giver/provider and some LS folk, and enter her town car. That was sad to see but probably the most uplifting part of the day -- a needed reminder of what truly mattered.
Now, back to the comedy.
Eventually, Wahoo/law-enforcer Mike came out and summoned me inside. Spotted Guy #2 and wanted to settle with him. He said that since he saw I was with Mike, all was cool, and then _he_ apologized for the words spoken earlier. And we shook hands, and all was well with the cosmos. One down, one still to go (I never saw Guy #1 after that).
Mike led me inside, and leaving the stage area was Paul, who seemed a little baffled how I got in, but then Walter, who also greeted me, fed him some line about me and the gang, which had been paraded into the lobby, since Pat Farmer and his crew were busy tearing apart the carpet in front of Dave's desk. Seems someone got a little sloppy with their Jamba Juice. Traci.
Walter invited Paul to greet the gang, and Paul replied deadpan, "um, no." Also said hey to Mr. Perfect Attendance Holder, Bruce Kapler.
Entered the lobby, where, I had learned later, Tony was waiting for me so he and Jay and Walter could begin handling us like trained mice. Seems they wanted me to star in something disgusting, and knowing how uncomfortable I was in front of a camera, figured I was the perfect stooge. As Helen told me afterwards, they've found both their Larry Bud and Gary Mintz in one.
I'll leave the details of the TMS taping to others, who seemed less than impressed with, let's call it, my "stage presence." I thanked them all again for their compassion.
We were then instructed to gather under the marquee, when the apparition of a Brad Hill suddenly hovered. There were Polaroids taken, but I doubt the ghost-image was captured in the film.
I had to stick around for B-roll shots back inside the lobby while everyone else left toward parts unknown. When we were done, I left by the stage door and asked any passerby I could find where the DaveCon dinner was. They stared and ran away. (Of course, I found out later that near-everyone else had still been gathered under the marquee. Thanks, gang!)
Dinner. Dr. Rod was there in a suit and tie. Man, did he fit in. I made the mistake of asking him about any snafus in his practice, and he then went on automatic. Something about a strong guy, a fat guy, and a genius -- my mind drifted after Katycren uttered some disease in Latin. Still, it helped kill 45 minutes.
Then Katycren seemed eager to give me her full life story, explaining why she had married and divorced 10 men (and 2 women -- she was drunk that one night), and how her toe had miraculously grown back after surgery. There was another 30 minutes I'll never get back. Still, I got to touch her pocketbook handle, so it was all worth it. Bostonbill kept on trying to butt in, laughing about the Yankees being 3 and 60. I ignored him.
We all contributed to Traci's phone bill, chatting it up with the absentees Carl and Pat, who was serenaded on kazoos (which she sent to Traci) with something I'll never be able to listen to again. Ever.
The lights flickered; the restaurant peoples wanted us out. Some of us (against my will) reassembled in a bar, where new person Craig and I shouted over the bar-noise. He has this Charlie-Manson look that makes you want to agree with whatever he's saying.
The apparition/Brad than forced we remaining few into his hotel room to watch the show. Here's a guy who's written around 400 "___ for Dummies" books, plays the piano like a sunnofabitch, and is in charge of something highly technical (and very very interesting in his world) for a well-known computer-communications corporation.
He couldn't figure out how to turn the TV on.
I had to finally step in and point him to the "Power On" button.
Naturally, of all of the 5 billion channels available on his hotel set, CBS wasn't among them.
> This'll be brief; I don't have any airport/train/bus/highway-traffic > woes to share, other than when I departed the subway under Broadway/ > 50th St., there was a giant rat calmly strolling by on the platform, > seemingly not at all alarmed by the mass of people descending upon its > turf. An omen, I guess.
> I had burned 90 DVDs for the gang and first distributed them to some > in the place now known as Angelo's (next door to the marquee), then to > everyone else when they went outside to stand in line and do whatever > they're supposed to do for their tickets. All good, all sweet, hugs, > handshakes, laughs, sobs, trading shoelaces, the usual.
> Suddenly one of the LS Security goons -- I mean -- fine gentlemen > protecting LS audiences from undesirables (we'll call him Guy #1) -- > approached and instructed me to immediately halt my distribution, > stating that I was "soliciting" material to audience members in line.
> Everyone in the gang laughed and assumed that this guy had been part > of a ruse set up by someone on the LS staff. But he kept up his very > serious, very threatening pose, and said he was going to call the > cops. I told him they'd find me in Rupert's.
> So I left the gang and entered what, while still called a deli, is now > considered a sacred sanctuary from all things police. Rupert was busy > overcharging his lunchtime customers, but I saw LS Security Guy #1 > through the glass outside, talking to another gentleman with likewise > earpiece/stern-look-on-face. I asked Rupert who those guys were, and > all he did was shake his head and warned that I was in deep, deep > trouble. Rupert is always a soothing presence.
> So I figured I'd try to patch things up with Guy #1; went up to both > #1 and #2 and acted contrite, apologized for challenging his > authority, not realizing earlier that he was actually serious, and > attempted to explain that there had been no "soliciting" going on, > just me handing out gifts to my fellow Dave-heads.
> They'd have none of it. #1 said he'd received a complaint from > "upstairs" (from whom, I dunno; likely one of the pages outside who > alerted security) and kept on insisting that I was harassing the LS > audience, particularly because I didn't have a ticket to the show.
> I kept on insisting that that wasn't the case and asked that they > contact their boss, Bill DeLace. #2 said, "You don't want to deal with > Bill DeLace." I said, "Yeah, I do." #2 then told me that he should > never see me on "the premises" ever again and then disgustedly walked > away.
> Many thoughts were racing through my fragile and feeble brain: what > the hell had I done, and, boy, are these guys in trouble. So I > wandered back into the sanctuary, feeling like a wanted man on the > lam. After a short while I saw the Stengel brothers walk by, so I > raced out and caught up with them, explaining what was going on. Eric: > "We'll take care of it." Me to self: "Somehow I think they have other > priorities to deal with than this."
> Stood for a bit outside, when Guy #2 comes by, doesn't approach me, > but I hear him talking into his mouthpiece, "Yeah, I'm by the stage > door; he's nearby."
> So once again I slowly dashed (yes, an oxymoron) into the sanctuary > and waited for something terribly bad to happen, and soon, thinking, > "This is the best DaveCon ever!"
> Eventually, the group, having secured their audience IDs, > fingerprints, and mugshots, returned, and, as always sympathetic > towards their fellow man, laughed their asses off. Meanwhile, I'm > about to be put in a box and sent to Gitmo.
> Then some guy with a blank cap came by, asked who "Donz" was. I was > tempted to point to someone, anyone, but didn't think fast enough and > fessed up. Blank-cap guy was, let's call him "Jim," who works on the > show. At this point I didn't believe anyone who said who they were, > but he was friendly-insistent, and later showed me his LS ID card.
> He apologized for the incident, said that everything was taken care > of. I would have liked to have believed him, but I noticed laser beams > pointed at my chest and forehead. Small comfort.
> "Jim" said he had been instructed by Jude to set things straight > (bless the Jude), and that Bill DeLace would handle Guys #1 and #2. > Then saw the Wahoo Mike and tried to drag him toward Guy #2, but Mike, > once and always a cop, and instantly put me in a shoulder-hold, > pinning me to the ground, yelling, "don't move, punk, or say goodbye > to Skooder." Mike's still got it.
> Then saw Gaines walk by; she just said, "It's taken care of" and kept > on walking.
> Traci cornered Bill Scheft, so I had to regale him with my plight. He > pretended to care, too.
> Will Lee walked by, but Micah managed to grab his ankles, so he had no > choice but to feign interest in our company until he saw an opening > and fled.
> [Will is a great guy; with all that he's accomplished in the music > world, he remains a stand-up, normal person.]
> Saw Guy #1 (the original "soliciting" accuser) and asked, "Are we > cool?" He said something to the effect of someone lacking a sense of > humor, or something, and walked away. My sense of relief was > underwhelming.
> Finally, after the gang went back in line for the taping, I saw and > approached Mr. DeLace, who couldn't have been more, I guess the word > would be "comforting" -- I readily acknowledged that even though they > had been given faulty intelligence (where have we heard that before), > Guys #1 and #2 were simply doing their job. Still, Bill deeply > apologized for what had happened and extended his hand. Now _that_ was > reassuring, but I would have liked to have set things straight with #1 > and 2.
> Went home, still agitated and uncertain of my freedom, said my peace > with Skooder, tried to make arrangements for her feeding once I was > put away for life, but no one was around, and then returned to the Ed > to await the end of the show, after which someone would let me inside > for whatever Tony and his minstrels had in store for his little > nickelodeon extravaganza.
> Waited outside; the show went long. Saw Teri Garr exit the stage door, > walk with great difficulty but with the loving help and care of > someone who seemed to be her care-giver/provider and some LS folk, and > enter her town car. That was sad to see but probably the most > uplifting part of the day -- a needed reminder of what truly mattered.
> Now, back to the comedy.
> Eventually, Wahoo/law-enforcer Mike came out and summoned me inside. > Spotted Guy #2 and wanted to settle with him. He said that since he > saw I was with Mike, all was cool, and then _he_ apologized for the > words spoken earlier. And we shook hands, and all was well with the > cosmos. One down, one still to go (I never saw Guy #1 after that).
> Mike led me inside, and leaving the stage area was Paul, who seemed a > little baffled how I got in, but then Walter, who also greeted me, fed > him some line about me and the gang, which had been paraded into the > lobby, since Pat Farmer and his crew were busy tearing apart the > carpet in front of Dave's desk. Seems someone got a little sloppy with > their Jamba Juice. Traci.
> Walter invited Paul to greet the gang, and Paul replied deadpan, "um, > no." Also said hey to Mr. Perfect Attendance Holder, Bruce Kapler.
> Entered the lobby, where, I had learned later, Tony was waiting for me > so he and Jay and Walter could begin handling us like trained mice. > Seems they wanted me to star in something disgusting, and knowing how > uncomfortable I was in front of a camera, figured I was the perfect > stooge. As Helen told me afterwards, they've found both their Larry > Bud and Gary Mintz in one.
> I'll leave the details of the TMS taping to others, who seemed less > than impressed with, let's call it, my "stage presence." I thanked > them all again for their compassion.
> We were then instructed to gather under the marquee, when the > apparition of a Brad Hill suddenly hovered. There were Polaroids > taken, but I doubt the ghost-image was captured in the film.
> I had to stick around for B-roll shots back inside the lobby while > everyone else left toward parts unknown. When we were done, I left by > the stage door and asked any passerby I could find where the DaveCon > dinner was. They stared and ran away. (Of course, I found out later > that near-everyone else had still been gathered under the marquee. > Thanks, gang!)
> Dinner. Dr. Rod was there in a suit and tie. Man, did he fit in. I > made the mistake of asking him about any snafus in his practice, and > he then went on automatic. Something about a strong guy, a fat guy, > and a genius -- my mind drifted after Katycren uttered some disease in > Latin. Still, it helped kill 45 minutes.
> Then Katycren seemed eager to give me her full life story, explaining > why she had married and divorced 10 men (and 2 women -- she was drunk > that one night), and how her toe had miraculously grown back after > surgery. There was another 30 minutes I'll never get back. Still, I > got to touch her pocketbook handle, so it was all worth it. Bostonbill > kept on trying to butt in, laughing about the Yankees being 3 and 60. > I ignored him.
> We all contributed to Traci's phone bill, chatting it up with the > absentees Carl and Pat, who was serenaded on kazoos (which she sent to > Traci) with something I'll never be able to listen to again. Ever.
> The lights flickered; the restaurant peoples wanted us out. Some of us > (against my will) reassembled in a bar, where new person Craig and I > shouted over the bar-noise. He has this Charlie-Manson look that makes > you want to agree with whatever
> This'll be brief; I don't have any airport/train/bus/highway-traffic > woes to share, other than when I departed the subway under Broadway/ > 50th St., there was a giant rat calmly strolling by on the platform, > seemingly not at all alarmed by the mass of people descending upon its > turf. An omen, I guess.
<SNIP>
> This was, indeed, the best DaveCon ever.
So you:
1) Got roughed up by a couple of goons 2) Got rescued at the last second by some LS Bigwigs 3) Almost married Kate 4) Became an overnight interweb sensation 5) Spent the night in a hotel room with Brad
> On Jun 20, 2:29 pm, Donz5 <do...@aol.com> wrote:
> > This'll be brief; I don't have any airport/train/bus/highway-traffic > > woes to share, other than when I departed the subway under Broadway/ > > 50th St., there was a giant rat calmly strolling by on the platform, > > seemingly not at all alarmed by the mass of people descending upon its > > turf. An omen, I guess.
> <SNIP>
> > This was, indeed, the best DaveCon ever.
> So you:
> 1) Got roughed up by a couple of goons > 2) Got rescued at the last second by some LS Bigwigs > 3) Almost married Kate > 4) Became an overnight interweb sensation > 5) Spent the night in a hotel room with Brad
> Best Trip Report EVER!
> Tom
It had its good moments, yeah. But we missed you. Well, I missed you.
> On Jun 20, 2:29 pm, Donz5 <do...@aol.com> wrote:
> > This'll be brief; I don't have any airport/train/bus/highway-traffic > > woes to share, other than when I departed the subway under Broadway/ > > 50th St., there was a giant rat calmly strolling by on the platform, > > seemingly not at all alarmed by the mass of people descending upon its > > turf. An omen, I guess.
> <SNIP>
> > This was, indeed, the best DaveCon ever.
> So you:
> 1) Got roughed up by a couple of goons > 2) Got rescued at the last second by some LS Bigwigs > 3) Almost married Kate > 4) Became an overnight interweb sensation > 5) Spent the night in a hotel room with Brad
> Best Trip Report EVER!
> Tom
We were ready to start Donz's Ryker's Island Vacation thread.
> On Jun 20, 5:57 pm, Tom Cronin <tkhkcro...@aol.com> wrote:
> > On Jun 20, 2:29 pm, Donz5 <do...@aol.com> wrote:
> > > This'll be brief; I don't have any airport/train/bus/highway-traffic > > > woes to share, other than when I departed the subway under Broadway/ > > > 50th St., there was a giant rat calmly strolling by on the platform, > > > seemingly not at all alarmed by the mass of people descending upon its > > > turf. An omen, I guess.
> > <SNIP>
> > > This was, indeed, the best DaveCon ever.
> > So you:
> > 1) Got roughed up by a couple of goons > > 2) Got rescued at the last second by some LS Bigwigs > > 3) Almost married Kate > > 4) Became an overnight interweb sensation > > 5) Spent the night in a hotel room with Brad
> > Best Trip Report EVER!
> > Tom
> We were ready to start Donz's Ryker's Island Vacation thread.
> Bill, trip report one of these days.- Hide quoted text -
Tom Cronin wrote: >So you: >1) Got roughed up by a couple of goons >2) Got rescued at the last second by some LS Bigwigs >3) Almost married Kate >4) Became an overnight interweb sensation >5) Spent the night in a hotel room with Brad
Ah, but were there any feathers?
Sorry I couldn't have been there to join the others in laughing my ass off at you, but your "trip" report, so to speak, did have me laughing my ass off here at home. Action! Drama! Thrills!
> On Jun 20, 5:54 pm, "Alan Page" <alp...@spamsucceed.net> wrote:
> > Holy crap...I gotta read this again?
> I had to delete, then repost.
> But I don't see the repost, just your reply.
Hey, family gave me a few minutes. I saw this from the start, in fact I'm a witness, started to laugh, I just couldn't believe this. When this guy approached Donz telling him to stop, Donz, told him that these were his friends, he wasn't doing anything wrong. After a few more one liners from Donz, the guy started to talk to his sleeve asking the sleeve for Bill Delace. That was made me join in on the fun. I told the guy, " Hey look, we got buttons!!!" I forgot to mention the gazoos, rats. Now it come to my head. Then this guy says, "You all think this is funny? You think I'm joking? You think I'm not serious?" Then I said to this guy, "No, I think 'WE'RE funny." That was when I couldn't stop smiling, laughing, thinking about this guy's future when he finds out just who Donz really is. In fact, Donz saying 'go ahead, arrest me' made me wonder a bit. Rats. my time's up, ok, I'll post tomorrow.
that I've never actually seen with my own eyes Brad tickling the ivories, just heard audio files of what's purportedly him. So now I'm not sure of anything about him. I'll check to see if his "Dummies" books are "as told to" enterprises.
> We all contributed to Traci's phone bill, chatting it up with the > absentees Carl and Pat, who was serenaded on kazoos (which she sent to > Traci) with something I'll never be able to listen to again. Ever.
See that? For me, "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" is now, and shall always be, sweet music to my ears.
Big thanks to Traci for allowing me to be passed around the noisy table.
On Jun 20, 2:56 pm, "Bob/Nekk" <Nek...@aol.com> wrote:
> Hey, family gave me a few minutes. [snip] Rats. my time's > up, ok, I'll post tomorrow.
When are you going to get your own computer and not have to rely on your family to dole out minutes for you to use their computer? What are you doing with that money we gave you for your birthday to get the stupid computer? You should have it by now!
I'd just like to say this; I could tell that first phrase was a lie, and I proceeded with caution, figuring 'ain't no way in hell I'm reading this whole thing.' While I did pass on the second posting, I did find the first one entertaining enough to actually get to the end of. One question; did you ever finish "soliciting" the DVDs? :-)
> I'd just like to say this; I could tell that first phrase was a lie, and I > proceeded with caution, figuring 'ain't no way in hell I'm reading this > whole thing.' While I did pass on the second posting, I did find the first > one entertaining enough to actually get to the end of. > One question; did you ever finish "soliciting" the DVDs? > :-)
Yep; I had some left over, so I managed to sell them to unknown, out- of-town audience members after the show ended. Win-Win.
> Suddenly one of the LS Security goons -- I mean -- fine gentlemen > protecting LS audiences from undesirables (we'll call him Guy #1) -- > approached and instructed me to immediately halt my distribution, > stating that I was "soliciting" material to audience members in line.
Bastard.
> Everyone in the gang laughed and assumed that this guy had been part > of a ruse set up by someone on the LS staff. But he kept up his very > serious, very threatening pose, and said he was going to call the > cops. I told him they'd find me in Rupert's.
Nice you had support from your fellow aflers.
> So I left the gang and entered what, while still called a deli, is now > considered a sacred sanctuary from all things police. Rupert was busy > overcharging his lunchtime customers, but I saw LS Security Guy #1 > through the glass outside, talking to another gentleman with likewise > earpiece/stern-look-on-face. I asked Rupert who those guys were, and > all he did was shake his head and warned that I was in deep, deep > trouble. Rupert is always a soothing presence.
Rupert knows the strong-arms of the show.
> So I figured I'd try to patch things up with Guy #1; went up to both > #1 and #2 and acted contrite, apologized for challenging his > authority, not realizing earlier that he was actually serious, and > attempted to explain that there had been no "soliciting" going on, > just me handing out gifts to my fellow Dave-heads.
Have you ever been arrested for "soliciting" on the streets of NYC?
> They'd have none of it. #1 said he'd received a complaint from > "upstairs" (from whom, I dunno; likely one of the pages outside who > alerted security) and kept on insisting that I was harassing the LS > audience, particularly because I didn't have a ticket to the show.
They don't give those jobs to chimps.
> I kept on insisting that that wasn't the case and asked that they > contact their boss, Bill DeLace. #2 said, "You don't want to deal with > Bill DeLace." I said, "Yeah, I do." #2 then told me that he should > never see me on "the premises" ever again and then disgustedly walked > away.
Smart bastards.
> Many thoughts were racing through my fragile and feeble brain: what > the hell had I done, and, boy, are these guys in trouble. So I > wandered back into the sanctuary, feeling like a wanted man on the > lam. After a short while I saw the Stengel brothers walk by, so I > raced out and caught up with them, explaining what was going on. Eric: > "We'll take care of it." Me to self: "Somehow I think they have other > priorities to deal with than this."
Dake might disagree with you on that last statement.
> Stood for a bit outside, when Guy #2 comes by, doesn't approach me, > but I hear him talking into his mouthpiece, "Yeah, I'm by the stage > door; he's nearby."
Don't you just love them 'lectronics?
> So once again I slowly dashed (yes, an oxymoron) into the sanctuary > and waited for something terribly bad to happen, and soon, thinking, > "This is the best DaveCon ever!"
Chicken.
> Eventually, the group, having secured their audience IDs, > fingerprints, and mugshots, returned, and, as always sympathetic > towards their fellow man, laughed their asses off. Meanwhile, I'm > about to be put in a box and sent to Gitmo.
You can go there even if you're not guilty.
> Then some guy with a blank cap came by, asked who "Donz" was. I was > tempted to point to someone, anyone, but didn't think fast enough and > fessed up. Blank-cap guy was Tom Foster, LS Writers Researcher. At > this point I didn't believe anyone who said who they were, but he was > friendly-insistent, and later showed me his LS ID card.
Blank cap...hasn't gotten his stripes yet.
> He apologized for the incident, said that everything was taken care > of. I would have liked to have believed him, but I noticed laser beams > pointed at my chest and forehead. Small comfort.
Those were beams from Dave's eyes on the TMS the other day.
> Tom said he had been instructed by Jude to set things straight (bless > the Jude), and that Bill DeLace would handle Guys #1 and #2. Then saw > the Wahoo Mike and tried to drag him toward Guy #2, but Mike, once and > always a cop, and instantly put me in a shoulder-hold, pinning me to > the ground, yelling, "don't move, punk, or say goodbye to Skooder." > Mike's still got it.
I swear he's still the best announcer on the TMS.
> Then saw Gaines walk by; she just said, "It's taken care of" and kept > on walking.
I'm betting she "walked" a bit faster when she saw you.
> Traci cornered Bill Scheft, so I had to regale him with my plight. He > pretended to care, too.
Like we all do.
> Will Lee walked by, but Micah managed to grab his ankles, so he had no > choice but to feign interest in our company until he saw an opening > and fled.
He's slippery.
> [Will is a great guy; with all that he's accomplished in the music > world, he remains a stand-up, normal person.]
He was 3.5 years ago when we met him on the street corner.
> Saw Guy #1 (the original "soliciting" accuser) and asked, "Are we > cool?" He said something to the effect of someone lacking a sense of > humor, or something, and walked away. My sense of relief was > underwhelming.
You've been Punk'd!
> Finally, after the gang went back in line for the taping, I saw and > approached Mr. DeLace, who couldn't have been more, I guess the word > would be "comforting" -- I readily acknowledged that even though they > had been given faulty intelligence (where have we heard that before), > Guys #1 and #2 were simply doing their job. Still, Bill deeply > apologized for what had happened and extended his hand. Now _that_ was > reassuring, but I would have liked to have set things straight with #1 > and 2.
Like that will stop them from obtaining yet another restraining order.
> Went home, still agitated and uncertain of my freedom, said my peace > with Skooder, tried to make arrangements for her feeding once I was > put away for life, but no one was around, and then returned to the Ed > to await the end of the show, after which someone would let me inside > for whatever Tony and his minstrels had in store for his little > nickelodeon extravaganza.
Poor Skooder.
> Waited outside; the show went long. Saw Teri Garr exit the stage door, > walk with great difficulty but with the loving help and care of > someone who seemed to be her care-giver/provider and some LS folk, and > enter her town car. That was sad to see but probably the most > uplifting part of the day -- a needed reminder of what truly mattered.
Amen.
> Now, back to the comedy.
"Back" to comedy?
> Eventually, Wahoo/law-enforcer Mike came out and summoned me inside. > Spotted Guy #2 and wanted to settle with him. He said that since he > saw I was with Mike, all was cool, and then _he_ apologized for the > words spoken earlier. And we shook hands, and all was well with the > cosmos. One down, one still to go (I never saw Guy #1 after that).
It's obvious that Mikey pays #2 to be his friend.
> We were then instructed to gather under the marquee, when the > apparition of a Brad Hill suddenly hovered. There were Polaroids > taken, but I doubt the ghost-image was captured in the film.
Too bad Polaroid is stopping the manufacture of their film soon...no way to find the ghosts anymore.
> He couldn't figure out how to turn the TV on.
Don't you just love them 'lectronics?
> I had to finally step in and point him to the "Power On" button.
Don't you just love them 'lectronics?
> Naturally, of all of the 5 billion channels available on his hotel > set, CBS wasn't among them.
Don't you just love them 'lectronics?
> So he opened up his laptop (hahahahaha::Dell::hahahahahaha) and tried > to access one of the DVDs I gave him.
Donz wrote: >> [Will is a great guy; with all that he's accomplished in the music >> world, he remains a stand-up, normal person.] "Alan Page" wrote... > He was 3.5 years ago when we met him on the street corner.
5.5. He was 5.5 years ago when we met him on the street corner.
> This'll be brief; I don't have any airport/train/bus/highway-traffic > woes to share, other than when I departed the subway under Broadway/ > 50th St., there was a giant rat calmly strolling by on the platform, > seemingly not at all alarmed by the mass of people descending upon its > turf. An omen, I guess.
snip snip snip.... brief....????? Rats just love NY
great report.... .... and thanks for the CD's and glad you weren't hauled off in a cop car!!!!
> I'd just like to say this; I could tell that first phrase was a lie, and I > proceeded with caution, figuring 'ain't no way in hell I'm reading this > whole thing.' While I did pass on the second posting, I did find the first > one entertaining enough to actually get to the end of. > One question; did you ever finish "soliciting" the DVDs? > :-)
Yep; I had some left over, so I managed to sell them to unknown, out- of-town audience members after the show ended. Win-Win.
> On Jun 20, 5:53 pm, Donz5 <do...@aol.com> wrote:> This'll be brief; I don't have any airport/train/bus/highway-traffic > > woes to share, other than when I departed the subway under Broadway/ > > 50th St., there was a giant rat calmly strolling by on the platform, > > seemingly not at all alarmed by the mass of people descending upon its > > turf. An omen, I guess.
> snip snip snip.... brief....????? > Rats just love NY
> great report.... > .... and thanks for the CD's and glad you weren't hauled off in > a cop car!!!!
> renee
> our rats love the subways
If you try to play the DVDs on your CD player, you may not see anything.
> > I'd just like to say this; I could tell that first phrase was a lie, and I > > proceeded with caution, figuring 'ain't no way in hell I'm reading this > > whole thing.' While I did pass on the second posting, I did find the first > > one entertaining enough to actually get to the end of. > > One question; did you ever finish "soliciting" the DVDs? > > :-)
> Yep; I had some left over, so I managed to sell them to unknown, out- > of-town audience members after the show ended. Win-Win.
> aha!! So you **were** soliciting...
I forgot to mention that DeLace and Guys #1 and 2 collected the cash and handed out change.
