On a professional film set, there are many unions that dictate what you can and can't do to keep everyone safe. One of the cardinal rules is that the crew can't work more than 12 hours before getting paid time and a half for their troubles, and the college of Entertainment Arts at school has …
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Halloween. Not my favorite holiday. I always found it slightly overrated: over-commercialized, not all that scary, and almost always ends in a headache - whether from excess sugar or sleep deprivation. This, however, has not kept other people from defending the holiday and emphatically telling me how wrong I am, and one such person is an …
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I was afraid that with the telling of last month's story, my well had run dry. I thought I had no more stories to tell. Then my mother called. So now, a brainstorming session and a couple cups of coffee later, I diverge from my normal track of scout stories and tales of chance encounters …
I'm normally a pretty mellow guy. I've never been in trouble with the law, and every time I found trouble in school, it was due to a mischievous friend or another external factor, and that's the way I like it: I don't mess with the rules, so I never have had to worry about them. …
This is the story of a man by the name of James. James is a Savannah local, and as far as I know, a couch hopper and laborer who takes any work he's offered. He's a quiet fellow - contemplative and reserved by nature, but I got to know him over many cups coffee, and …
Many of my friends complain that I mention my scouting career much too often, so naturally, my petty side kicks in and I never shut up about it. This annoys them to no end, and it gives me something to look forward to every time we hang out. However, even though finding a new entertaining …
Friends, the more I think back on my adventures in scouts, a trend becomes evident. Most stories worth telling manifest themselves from three catalysts: being stupid, bad weather, and encounters with animals. This story is the result of the latter. It was a Tuesday night, about midnight. That I do remember. It was a nice …
This is the short, but sweet story of how I learned how to fry chicken from a crazy old lady in the middle of the woods. Now before we go any further, my buddy Dave has a pretty crazy story about how he got into card tricks. The story goes that he learned everything he …
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This story, the third and final installment of the long overdue water saga, is once again the result of my time wrangling horses at summer camp. There's an old saying that goes "anything that can go wrong, will go wrong," and this law is all too relevant when working with 1000+ lb herd animals. I …
Be sure to read about the events leading up to this in A High Adventure Nightmare! I always wondered why the cops on the ungodly number of procedural TV shows would talk about their gut. It was always "follow your gut" and "what does your gut say?" and "my gut's telling me (fill in the …
Whippersnapper Balderdash 