Comments on: Hollywood: 10,000 Exhibitionists, and No One Watching

By: Miss Priss

Miss Priss — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 23:11:12 +0000

The word proving in your final paragraph skirts the post hoc ergo propter hoc ( http://blog.askmisspriss.com/?p=32 ), unsettlingly so, in my opinion, and yet your post in general is limpid and lively, as always.

Keep on keeping on, sir, as Bob Dylan once said, and best of luck with your play. You write very well.

By: Michael Joyce

Michael Joyce — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 07:22:49 +0000

Happy belated birthday. I think the trick is to very retire. at least that's what I've heard. for selfish reasons… i want to keep reading this blog.. and books, more books. Hope you had a great one, friend.

By: Andy Christensen

Andy Christensen — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 18:19:48 +0000

John, Happy (belated) Birthday! Congratulations on 50 years of life. May the Lord bless you in the years to come.

By: Morse

Morse — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 10:09:38 +0000

I have many VHS recordings of me acting in high school (when I was a bad actor), but no technology to put them on a computer. Sorry!

By: John Shore

John Shore — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 09:32:57 +0000

Dan: Um. That'd be a no.

By: Dan Cartwright

Dan Cartwright — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 09:14:18 +0000

Is the fascination with Hollywood the modern versin of Baal worship? I'm not taking sides here, just asking.

By: John Shore

John Shore — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 08:21:08 +0000

Hjordes: DO they have classy restrooms at the Roosevelt Hotel? I was going to find out, but then I just decided to stay in the pool.

Stef: For a long time my parents lived in Sherman Oaks. Which really has nothing to do with O.C. So never mind.

Laura: I was actually wondering if anyone was going to notice how I shouldn't have said "you." Curse you and your careful reading and bizarre use of statistics!

Sam: I'll wait to hear from you. And to sue you.

Paul: Um. I was joking about the "loser." But you knew that.

Ann: I was wondering if anyone would know that I really was only talking about young wanna-be celebrities. But it's cool that you wrote what you did about what it's REALLY like to actually make a living in the film and TV business. And if this little thing you wrote here is any indication, I can't imagine you ever have trouble convincing anyone you're a writer. That was beautiful.

Stushie: Thanks for the note! And the fun-to-say screen name!

Barbara: Thanks for the note! And the fun-to-say real name!

Oz: Sounds like you've got a story to tell about your sister's card. What was that about?

Morse: You should do a UTube of you acting! Do you have yourself on film at all?

By: Morse

Morse — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 07:24:24 +0000

Bring your play to Philadelphia and I will do you the pleasure of acting in it!

Of course, you'll make no money. And get no publicity. And it will really help your writing career very little.

But I'll be fabulous!

By: Oz Atheist

Oz Atheist — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 19:10:25 +0000

Happy 50th John, but don't feel too bad about the delay; my sister just got her 50th birthday card, 10 days late (though I did travel interstate to give it to her).

Quite a fan of theater (the live performance type) myself, though we have nothing even remotely as wild as Hollywood here (thankfully).

By: Ann

Ann — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 18:39:56 +0000

Hi John, I'm a film editor. I frequently look around my digs, usually in the basement or some other dripping dank location in the unused corner of a studio lot, and think 'ah the glamour'.

I share this exciting corner of the star studded universe with most grips, stunt men, lighting people, department supervisors, accountants, runners, drivers, security personnel and the flotsam and getsam of studio employees who keep the whole skanky mess rolling. There aren't a whole lot of egotistical people in the bunch, as egotistical people are difficult and difficult people don't remain hired for long.

Mostly we try to finish our work in time to get home to our families, like everybody else. Occassionally, some wide eyed kid will come in looking for the glamour, but they soon run out when they find out how much work is involved.

When I'm unemployed, I pretend to be a writer.