Maverick movie star?

[TedTX]

Been to Florida in every season but spring. It’s exactly the same for those times of years. My favorite visit to Florida was coming home from visiting family from snowy Pittsburgh around New Years. Cheapest no plane change trip started by almost being cancelled due to deicing problems at Pittsburgh Airport.
Pilot took a vote of the passengers whether to go now with some slight reicying or wait until they can get it all off. We voted go go go.
I had stored my heavy coat but most kept them on.
We got to Orlando but the wrong airport. Didn’t effect me, but we had to wait til they bussed the other passengers from the other airport we where supposed to land at.
They comped our food and drinks for the wait. I figured good time to try those weird named cocktails made with fresh Florida fruits.
Just under 200 in fruity drinks learn the airlines doesn’t pay for alcohol drinks. Opps CC expired a few days earlier.
The guys worked out to charge for the non-alcoholic versions and I’d overtip the difference.
Missed the musteredup call to claim overhead bin items left on the plane. So my heavy coat rode over to the other airport. Got loaded into another plane to Houston. We where not supposed to land at Houston but fly directly to SATX from Orlando.
So second wrong airport just for my coat. But a lot of people got on the plane, other flight crews other airlines employees JUST FOR MY COAT.
What sevice! Lol.
Turns out they planned a multi crew party time off in San Antonio while solving my coat issue.

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[Taxicag]

Now I did feel at Home in Florida same hot humid weather fun people great food friendly etc.

I’m in Port Saint Lucie today, 78 and off the chain humidity., So yes.. perfect TX weather, just up from Indian town, friendliest people for sure.

 

[Taxicag]

Been to Florida in every season but spring. It’s exactly the same for those times of years. My favorite visit to Florida was coming home from visiting family from snowy Pittsburgh around New Years. Cheapest no plane change trip started by almost being cancelled due to deicing problems at Pittsburgh Airport.
Pilot took a vote of the passengers whether to go now with some slight reicying or wait until they can get it all off. We voted go go go.
I had stored my heavy coat but most kept them on.
We got to Orlando but the wrong airport. Didn’t effect me, but we had to wait til they bussed the other passengers from the other airport we where supposed to land at.
They comped our food and drinks for the wait. I figured good time to try those weird named cocktails made with fresh Florida fruits.
Just under 200 in fruity drinks learn the airlines doesn’t pay for alcohol drinks. Opps CC expired a few days earlier.
The guys worked out to charge for the non-alcoholic versions and I’d overtip the difference.
Missed the musteredup call to claim overhead bin items left on the plane. So my heavy coat rode over to the other airport. Got loaded into another plane to Houston. We where not supposed to land at Houston but fly directly to SATX from Orlando.
So second wrong airport just for my coat. But a lot of people got on the plane, other flight crews other airlines employees JUST FOR MY COAT.
What sevice! Lol.
Turns out they planned a multi crew party time off in San Antonio while solving my coat issue.

That sounds like my fave kind of trip. When I first came to the USA it was a shock, most people who have never been to the US think of it by its TV exports, so America is viewed as NCIS, Miami vice, with superheros on every street corner. But as you know, America is basically the Dukes of hazzard with a few city blocks thrown up to spoil the deer hunting. Lol. So now I’m addicted to getting on planes as an adventure and see what those other places look like, I love America, I love Vietnam, I love China, etc.. and rarely visit the same place twice unless for business.
my fave plane mess was United. Was flying from Atl to Shanghai, ended up in Beijing 5 days later after a magical mystery tour of United’s flightpaths.. I got so many comp miles from their cockups i flew to Asia free for the next 3 years. ..

 

[GPSMan]

I have a movie idea and a script in my head. I don't know how to get started or to sell it to a company with the resources to make it. Ideas?

(And I NEVER imagined I'd be typing this on a truck forum.)

 

[Taxicag]

I have a movie idea and a script in my head. I don't know how to get started or to sell it to a company with the resources to make it. Ideas?

(And I NEVER imagined I'd be typing this on a truck forum.)

Me neither. But I can only say, chase your dreams. We are all products of the constructs we and society make, and in the end we either do or die.. I hope you do rather than die.. I truly wish you the best.

 

[Taxicag]

Ello John. it is important to understand their are only a few who chase their dreams. We are constrained by society, by culture, by ignorance.. so if you have a dream of making movies< of customization of vehicles, of making Jaguars reliable. (Lol). (Yes I have a Jaguar).. chaee the dream.. dreamers move the needle of the norm., without Howard Hughes we would not have sn airline industry, without musk our space industry would be wash and repeat... without Disney vacations would be sad.. so chase your dreams. Don’t let the “norms” get in your way.. I hope your movie launches before mine….

 

[Taxicag]

I have a movie idea and a script in my head. I don't know how to get started or to sell it to a company with the resources to make it. Ideas?

(And I NEVER imagined I'd be typing this on a truck forum.)

If you play within the movie industry you must play by their rules. I was offered the money years ago to make a movie, but let’s say my self worth couldn’t pay the price. So make on their terms or yours.. if your script has real value , you turn it into movie using those who just want to be involved. their are plenty who want fame without wanting the casting couch. Their are pleny who believe in the art over the system.
don’t try and re create the wheel, find the wheel,that is going in your direction. Playhouses, theatres, amdram.. so many choices..
humans wish to escape mediocrity, give them options and create your dreams.

 

[TedTX]

Guess I should share the more embarrassing parts of the Pittsburgh to Orlando to Houston then home trip.
For story telling. The parents in this story I don’t consider ‘bad’ but there is humor in dumping a hyper active chatter box 7y/o boy with a drunken man. This is that story.
So after the airlines cut off my drinking the fact I didn’t eat any solid food since the day before became an issue and the fruit guy telling them the slightly unripe fruit had a strong laxative effect.
The airlines became very concerned I could be having issues on both ends of my body. So they scrounged around trying to find something for me to eat. There wasn’t enough comped cash available after my binge to buy anything normal. So they got me a long roll of bread but no drink. I asked for some butter, nope, they got me packs of ketchup mustard etc. then they found some left out meats from an employee breakroom.
It was satisfying but hard to eat dry. By this time they had me assigned to sit were they could help me if needed for bathroom run or use the air flight sickness bags provided.
The family with small kids where a few empty seats away. The little hyper boy started to chat with me when I talked to the parents that it looked like the kids had a great trip to Disney.
So began a truly hard to follow trip log from the boy. But unlike normal where I actually try to put together rambling kid stories into linear thought. I just let the pop-corning of visual storytelling flash in my mind. This goes on for 90 minutes. He once climbed into my lap to tell me his secret fears ( taking training wheels off the second time ) and later runs his hands in my pockets because he thinks I am hiding his real gold pirate coins. I actually think they are real and figured I could clean Disney out for a few thousand worth of real gold coins for like a hundred invested. Then I teach him how to spin a the coins on the ends. He goes nuts and he is spinning his coins towards other people. he is directed away from the crowd and loses a coin into a floor vent. He has an epic boy melt down projectile crying snot ball drips, swing arms and kicking towards me as the evil monster who stole his lost coin. Found it in the vent stopped him crying only shortly.
Lucky the junior pilot the crew sent to monitor me and get me kicked off the flight had a multitool leatherman. And rescued the coin which gave the kid a new hero.
Mom finally calls the boy back to family. I want to show the young pilot I could walk and asked to use the restroom and find a drink of water. He said ok and said its good I actually did something they would be relieved if everything came out ok in the bathroom. It did, I got to get the ride home.
Strange thing the entire time my Mom was gone… and I just realized that. She had misunderstood and rode to the other airport on the transport with others and my coat. She wasn’t the only one confused so they had to send yet another bus to round up those people who ended up at the wrong airport waiting for the plane they just left.
Oh, final thing the crew called for the actual cops during this time to get me off the flight. They came and told them this was not what you call the cops for, he doesn’t act drunk just sitting there and having a conversation with a boy. The Boy on the other hand is obviously having problems standing, wiggling around and talking incoherently. He must be on something like heavy caffeine and snorting lines of pure uncut sugar.
This concerned the mom who got up to talk to the police as they where leaving.
She came back laughing, the stranger her kid was talking to was just out of it, no ill intentions otherwise harmless.

 

[Taxicag]

Guess I should share the more embarrassing parts of the Pittsburgh to Orlando to Houston then home trip.
For story telling. The parents in this story I don’t consider ‘bad’ but there is humor in dumping a hyper active chatter box 7y/o boy with a drunken man. This is that story.
So after the airlines cut off my drinking the fact I didn’t eat any solid food since the day before became an issue and the fruit guy telling them the slightly unripe fruit had a strong laxative effect.
The airlines became very concerned I could be having issues on both ends of my body. So they scrounged around trying to find something for me to eat. There wasn’t enough comped cash available after my binge to buy anything normal. So they got me a long roll of bread but no drink. I asked for some butter, nope, they got me packs of ketchup mustard etc. then they found some left out meats from an employee breakroom.
It was satisfying but hard to eat dry. By this time they had me assigned to sit were they could help me if needed for bathroom run or use the air flight sickness bags provided.
The family with small kids where a few empty seats away. The little hyper boy started to chat with me when I talked to the parents that it looked like the kids had a great trip to Disney.
So began a truly hard to follow trip log from the boy. But unlike normal where I actually try to put together rambling kid stories into linear thought. I just let the pop-corning of visual storytelling flash in my mind. This goes on for 90 minutes. He once climbed into my lap to tell me his secret fears ( taking training wheels off the second time ) and later runs his hands in my pockets because he thinks I am hiding his real gold pirate coins. I actually think they are real and figured I could clean Disney out for a few thousand worth of real gold coins for like a hundred invested. Then I teach him how to spin a the coins on the ends. He goes nuts and he is spinning his coins towards other people. he is directed away from the crowd and loses a coin into a floor vent. He has an epic boy melt down projectile crying snot ball drips, swing arms and kicking towards me as the evil monster who stole his lost coin. Found it in the vent stopped him crying only shortly.
Lucky the junior pilot the crew sent to monitor me and get me kicked off the flight had a multitool leatherman. And rescued the coin which gave the kid a new hero.
Mom finally calls the boy back to family. I want to show the young pilot I could walk and asked to use the restroom and find a drink of water. He said ok and said its good I actually did something they would be relieved if everything came out ok in the bathroom. It did, I got to get the ride home.
Strange thing the entire time my Mom was gone… and I just realized that. She had misunderstood and rode to the other airport on the transport with others and my coat. She wasn’t the only one confused so they had to send yet another bus to round up those people who ended up at the wrong airport waiting for the plane they just left.
Oh, final thing the crew called for the actual cops during this time to get me off the flight. They came and told them this was not what you call the cops for, he doesn’t act drunk just sitting there and having a conversation with a boy. The Boy on the other hand is obviously having problems standing, wiggling around and talking incoherently. He must be on something like heavy caffeine and snorting lines of pure uncut sugar.
This concerned the mom who got up to talk to the police as they where leaving.
She came back laughing, the stranger her kid was talking to was just out of it, no ill intentions otherwise harmless.

Wow.. I feel typing that should have been therapeutic.. lol…
so, I have this one 2 week trip, started with bribing my way out of Russia in 1989, through the. Berlin wall, throw in a car crash, a near train crash, a ship crash, a few dead bodies and ends with. Me in jail.. but if I ever do anything with that story I would have to sell it as fiction because it beggars belief..…

 

[Taxicag]

Guess I should share the more embarrassing parts of the Pittsburgh to Orlando to Houston then home trip.
For story telling. The parents in this story I don’t consider ‘bad’ but there is humor in dumping a hyper active chatter box 7y/o boy with a drunken man. This is that story.
So after the airlines cut off my drinking the fact I didn’t eat any solid food since the day before became an issue and the fruit guy telling them the slightly unripe fruit had a strong laxative effect.
The airlines became very concerned I could be having issues on both ends of my body. So they scrounged around trying to find something for me to eat. There wasn’t enough comped cash available after my binge to buy anything normal. So they got me a long roll of bread but no drink. I asked for some butter, nope, they got me packs of ketchup mustard etc. then they found some left out meats from an employee breakroom.
It was satisfying but hard to eat dry. By this time they had me assigned to sit were they could help me if needed for bathroom run or use the air flight sickness bags provided.
The family with small kids where a few empty seats away. The little hyper boy started to chat with me when I talked to the parents that it looked like the kids had a great trip to Disney.
So began a truly hard to follow trip log from the boy. But unlike normal where I actually try to put together rambling kid stories into linear thought. I just let the pop-corning of visual storytelling flash in my mind. This goes on for 90 minutes. He once climbed into my lap to tell me his secret fears ( taking training wheels off the second time ) and later runs his hands in my pockets because he thinks I am hiding his real gold pirate coins. I actually think they are real and figured I could clean Disney out for a few thousand worth of real gold coins for like a hundred invested. Then I teach him how to spin a the coins on the ends. He goes nuts and he is spinning his coins towards other people. he is directed away from the crowd and loses a coin into a floor vent. He has an epic boy melt down projectile crying snot ball drips, swing arms and kicking towards me as the evil monster who stole his lost coin. Found it in the vent stopped him crying only shortly.
Lucky the junior pilot the crew sent to monitor me and get me kicked off the flight had a multitool leatherman. And rescued the coin which gave the kid a new hero.
Mom finally calls the boy back to family. I want to show the young pilot I could walk and asked to use the restroom and find a drink of water. He said ok and said its good I actually did something they would be relieved if everything came out ok in the bathroom. It did, I got to get the ride home.
Strange thing the entire time my Mom was gone… and I just realized that. She had misunderstood and rode to the other airport on the transport with others and my coat. She wasn’t the only one confused so they had to send yet another bus to round up those people who ended up at the wrong airport waiting for the plane they just left.
Oh, final thing the crew called for the actual cops during this time to get me off the flight. They came and told them this was not what you call the cops for, he doesn’t act drunk just sitting there and having a conversation with a boy. The Boy on the other hand is obviously having problems standing, wiggling around and talking incoherently. He must be on something like heavy caffeine and snorting lines of pure uncut sugar.
This concerned the mom who got up to talk to the police as they where leaving.
She came back laughing, the stranger her kid was talking to was just out of it, no ill intentions otherwise harmless.

My most embarrassing was probably on a sleeper bus in Vietnam, street food meatloaf and explosive outcome.. it was akin to the horror movie where everyone pukes from the merry go round, Just the other end. Lol.

 

[TedTX]

My Berlin wall story will blow yours outta the water, cold war, spies, kidnapping and a kid spouting off French cusswords at a State party for heads of state and diplomats. Deportation of French diplomats families members. And successfully escaping from communist Germany back into free Berlin before the age of 7. All under a hail of possible machine gun fire.

 

[Taxicag]

My Berlin wall story will blow yours outta the water, cold war, spies, kidnapping and a kid spouting off French cusswords at a State party for heads of state and diplomats. Deportation of French diplomats families members. And successfully escaping from communist Germany back into free Berlin before the age of 7. All under a hail of possible machine gun fire.

That is awesome.. as long as everyone made it safely it’s a great story.. isn’t life amazing.

 

[TedTX]

I think my East German Oma was beating up the high level East German polyglot that encouraged me to just go and cross the open gate in perfect American English after trying in Perfect French after German language which I was trying to speak, but poorly as abandon by my kidnappers in the wrong part of Berlin lead to many tears the Grandma heavy breasted woman who was trying to walk me home.
I recognized building on the other side of the wall and it became apparent as we walked to the no-mans land that she wasn’t going anymore and held me back strongly.
This very well dressed policeman type with white gloves and side arm approached and talked to the guards and to Oma and me in German. He figured I might not be German, so he tried French. This made me very happy, he looks closer to a French Policeman than anyone else, so I figured I must be in the French section of Berlin and not where I was.
But I couldn’t ( at that time ) speak French so I didn’t know how to say in French I don’t speak French. I said that out loud in English to myself. He caught that and spoke English to me and German to everyone else.
So he and she broke my death grip hand to Oma’s hand and keep telling me to go on alone.
I refused without Oma ( figured she could earn freedom for helping me )
But the Policeman refused.
Finally got enough courage and a plan to reduce my odds of getting shot, by zigzagging so they couldn’t lineup to get a good aim.
Well adults know that but little kids shouldn’t. I began to zigzag to have the bullets miss me.
Oma lost her mind, lead a kid to safety only to be an eyewitness to his grisly demise seconds later. The screaming and chest pounding was drowning out the possible machine guns fire.
I make it to the opening and stop just short to look back at Oma and the disheveled policeman trying to get Oma to look and see I was safe at the border gate.
It was obvious he took a pounding from Oma she had at least 50kg on him and bigger in every direction.
At the gate I saw that all the border guards East German and the British guards had their backs to me. Thought that was very odd. So I waited and shouted that I was there. No response. The East German guard to my left took his hand off the butt of his rifle and waved me through. My dads boss was a British Military Officer and he was some how there and made it known he knew me and my parents.
So he finally came forward and pulled me away from the gate. While explaining why the guards didn’t look at me.
They figured somehow a little kid got past unnoticed a heavy guarded gate between two super powers during a cold war. So he was going to go back unnoticed. This never happened if they missed him leaving and returning.
The West German State police investigation brought out that I was kidnapped, I was a strong willed child that the kidnappers could get a handle on and the communist party they voiced support for didn’t agree with the kidnapping after it happened. The trio was correctly identified at time but continued the kidnapping of adults and Finally a murder of a politician that they dealt with some justice. A movie was made about trio and was very accurate in the layout and furniture of their apartment they kept me in.

 

[Taxicag]

I think my East German Oma was beating up the high level East German polyglot that encouraged me to just go and cross the open gate in perfect American English after trying in Perfect French after German language which I was trying to speak, but poorly as abandon by my kidnappers in the wrong part of Berlin lead to many tears the Grandma heavy breasted woman who was trying to walk me home.
I recognized building on the other side of the wall and it became apparent as we walked to the no-mans land that she wasn’t going anymore and held me back strongly.
This very well dressed policeman type with white gloves and side arm approached and talked to the guards and to Oma and me in German. He figured I might not be German, so he tried French. This made me very happy, he looks closer to a French Policeman than anyone else, so I figured I must be in the French section of Berlin and not where I was.
But I couldn’t ( at that time ) speak French so I didn’t know how to say in French I don’t speak French. I said that out loud in English to myself. He caught that and spoke English to me and German to everyone else.
So he and she broke my death grip hand to Oma’s hand and keep telling me to go on alone.
I refused without Oma ( figured she could earn freedom for helping me )
But the Policeman refused.
Finally got enough courage and a plan to reduce my odds of getting shot, by zigzagging so they couldn’t lineup to get a good aim.
Well adults know that but little kids shouldn’t. I began to zigzag to have the bullets miss me.
Oma lost her mind, lead a kid to safety only to be an eyewitness to his grisly demise seconds later. The screaming and chest pounding was drowning out the possible machine guns fire.
I make it to the opening and stop just short to look back at Oma and the disheveled policeman trying to get Oma to look and see I was safe at the border gate.
It was obvious he took a pounding from Oma she had at least 50kg on him and bigger in every direction.
At the gate I saw that all the border guards East German and the British guards had their backs to me. Thought that was very odd. So I waited and shouted that I was there. No response. The East German guard to my left took his hand off the butt of his rifle and waved me through. My dads boss was a British Military Officer and he was some how there and made it known he knew me and my parents.
So he finally came forward and pulled me away from the gate. While explaining why the guards didn’t look at me.
They figured somehow a little kid got past unnoticed a heavy guarded gate between two super powers during a cold war. So he was going to go back unnoticed. This never happened if they missed him leaving and returning.
The West German State police investigation brought out that I was kidnapped, I was a strong willed child that the kidnappers could get a handle on and the communist party they voiced support for didn’t agree with the kidnapping after it happened. The trio was correctly identified at time but continued the kidnapping of adults and Finally a murder of a politician that they dealt with some justice. A movie was made about trio and was very accurate in the layout and furniture of their apartment they kept me in.

And I thought making it through east Berlin and through the wall with a truckload of Duracell batteries from Poland. Only to lose it all and the truck at sea was an adventure.. well done old man.. some people are cursed by an adventurous life(yes, it’s a Chinese curse). I thought I had a bad dose of the curse, of course enjoying every moment, sometimes it takes the rear view mirror to enjoy it the most.. lol.

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