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Post by the light works on May 28, 2015 14:03:09 GMT
since I haven't heard of this movie, I suspect it is a very odd dream. I think the first of my options is actually par for the course here with Iron.... Would that make it a Firor Iron?... Hello little birdie. (Golf joke?..) [edit, are we OK with making jokes at the expense of screen names here?... after all, my own is a joke, Dragon, but silver because its an OLD dragon....] I would think as long as it is in good fun I would be okay with it. |
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Post by ironhold on Jun 3, 2015 22:01:58 GMT
IRL, I've been talking with a guy from church about a music project. He can play guitar and write music. I can write lyrics, and I'll be singing a lot better once I get over a recurring lung condition; I've also got an old electric keyboard I can practice on once I dig it out. We'd just need a competent drummer and we could be on our way.
The dream was long and rambling, but one part of it I remember clearly. We'd finally hit the big time, in a sense. One of our songs was to be used in some action film project (don't recall if it was a TV show or a movie). I was even on-set to watch a scene being filmed.
I was also on-set to watch the production team re-record the song. Specifically, they recorded the male lead for the project singing the song in question, the idea being that they'd dub me out and him in. Something about it being inappropriate that the lead wasn't the singer doing his own personal theme song.
I was pretty furious over the matter (after all, if this is what they wanted from the beginning, we as a group could have brought the guy in to the studio with us instead of the production team doing it behind our back). As such, I decided to try and establish my own action star cred - even if it meant doing a project of my own - so that I could get the original version of the song back out in the spotlight. Problem is, because I was just a nobody and this guy was a "star" I couldn't get anyone to take me seriously and back me up on the matter.
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Post by silverdragon on Jun 4, 2015 9:49:54 GMT
Always a Bridesmaid, never the bride....
I know the feeling, being ignored because you aint "Da Boss"
Sometimes you have to fight the battles you can win, sometimes knowing when to walk away...
And Walking away from the argument sometimes works much better than "winning".
Removing your consent for your own work to be used, thats a key.
It locks doors.
It prevents other gaining from your work.
Know when to use it, and know what advantages you get from that.
In one place I worked, many years back, I was having an argument with some twerp of the management team, who, because he thought himself better than me, believed he knew best.
He started with the condescending "Let me tell you how the trade works" talk.... and "You should know this"...
I DID know that, and he was wrong.
This was me being Bar Staff, "senior" bar staff, because of my past, I was the one who locked up at night.
this twerp was trying his hardest to get late bar for some guests, which I had not agreed to, didnt want, and no way was I doing.
I told him that as he had not put in for an extension, it was against the place's rules.
Its also illegal.
He told me I was wrong....
This is all happening at 10 mins to the legal closing time of the bar.
I threw the keys at him and told him he was locking up....
I didnt even get home, which is 10 mins walk, before the phone rings, its the Owner, whats going on, why have I walked out, can I go back.... he was phoning from his own home, twerp in the bar was not for doing any work and was demanding "the staff" to return.
I told him my contract had been terminated by the management asking me to do illegal stuff, no I wasnt going back, I would see him tomorrow.... I couldnt talk right now, as I may say something I would regret.
My Position?.. I was senior bar staff because I was an EX Licensee and knew the trade inside out and backwards, but that didnt stop that twerp from always trying to either catch me out on some tiny pedantic point, or trying to know better than me.
I guess he spent hours furiously googling to find his knowledge?..
Either way, it was Me or Him, and as he was "management", the choice wouldnt be me, would it?..
I collected my wages the next day, there was the management team there, wanting to "Interview" me, I refused, demanded full wages, and gave the view that they had zero chance of re-employing me, because I do not react well to being told to break the law.
In fact, having senior management DEMAND I break the law is an immediate termination of contract, and I also require wages in leu of notice.
The owner took me to one side afterwards, "Can I talk as a friend?.."
Of Course, we had known each other for years...
He explained he in no way agreed with his manager, and would be taking further action, but as it was impossible for me to work under that manager, can he keep my details for further use?...
Of course.
We had a more private chat later on away from the premisses, he let me in on a few things, "as Friends", I also guess some of what he said was to find out just how much I could be trusted, ...
I dont ever repeat anything I am told "on Trust", thats one reason I used to get work for security transport, it was known I could be trusted to not divulge a bloody thing.
I was back working there two months later, with a pay rise.... that manager had been "released" (Sacked but they wouldnt ever officially admit that) and I ended up with his job... eventually.... just enough time to make it look legit promotion, and not a promised reason for me to return?...
I can say this now as many years have passed and the place has changed hands.
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Post by OziRiS on Jun 13, 2015 21:30:42 GMT
IRL, I've been talking with a guy from church about a music project. He can play guitar and write music. I can write lyrics, and I'll be singing a lot better once I get over a recurring lung condition; I've also got an old electric keyboard I can practice on once I dig it out. We'd just need a competent drummer and we could be on our way. The dream was long and rambling, but one part of it I remember clearly. We'd finally hit the big time, in a sense. One of our songs was to be used in some action film project (don't recall if it was a TV show or a movie). I was even on-set to watch a scene being filmed. I was also on-set to watch the production team re-record the song. Specifically, they recorded the male lead for the project singing the song in question, the idea being that they'd dub me out and him in. Something about it being inappropriate that the lead wasn't the singer doing his own personal theme song. I was pretty furious over the matter (after all, if this is what they wanted from the beginning, we as a group could have brought the guy in to the studio with us instead of the production team doing it behind our back). As such, I decided to try and establish my own action star cred - even if it meant doing a project of my own - so that I could get the original version of the song back out in the spotlight. Problem is, because I was just a nobody and this guy was a "star" I couldn't get anyone to take me seriously and back me up on the matter. I have to say I'm - I don't know if impressed is the right word here - intrigued, maybe(?), at how much your dreams can be directly connected to what's going on in your life right here and now. I guess I'm just kind of curios as to why that is...? My dreams - when I can remember them after I wake up - aren't nearly as coherent or immediately relevant to my life as yours are. They're usually a jumble of all kinds of weird stuff, which is probably why I don't remember most of them. The ones I can vaguely remember feel like watching an over excited 5-year old's explanation of a day at kindergarten converted into movie form word for word by Lars von Trier (I wonder if there was ever a Dane named Lars who became famous internationally and didn't turn into a complete douche...) Imagine this, word for word, being the storyline for a Lars von Trier film: "At kindergarten, Billy took the cars and put them in his pants, but he wasn't... Erm... Because Leela doesn't like watermelon and we had crackers, but I didn't want toiletpaper on my shoes, so I put the teddy bear on my head and then I fell over and then... Erm... Because my backpack was in the hall and then Alex took the trains out of the box, even though he wasn't s'posed to, but his grandma just died and Susie got a new dog." Picture that going on and on for 10 minutes and then getting converted into a movie by a pretentious, overly artsy d*ck whose only goal is to make you go, "Oh, I get it!", just so he can respond with, "No you don't. There's nothing to get. It's gibberish and it's meant to be that way." That's what most of my dreams are like. Get why yours fascinate me? |
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Post by ironhold on Jun 13, 2015 23:45:19 GMT
IRL, I've been talking with a guy from church about a music project. He can play guitar and write music. I can write lyrics, and I'll be singing a lot better once I get over a recurring lung condition; I've also got an old electric keyboard I can practice on once I dig it out. We'd just need a competent drummer and we could be on our way. The dream was long and rambling, but one part of it I remember clearly. We'd finally hit the big time, in a sense. One of our songs was to be used in some action film project (don't recall if it was a TV show or a movie). I was even on-set to watch a scene being filmed. I was also on-set to watch the production team re-record the song. Specifically, they recorded the male lead for the project singing the song in question, the idea being that they'd dub me out and him in. Something about it being inappropriate that the lead wasn't the singer doing his own personal theme song. I was pretty furious over the matter (after all, if this is what they wanted from the beginning, we as a group could have brought the guy in to the studio with us instead of the production team doing it behind our back). As such, I decided to try and establish my own action star cred - even if it meant doing a project of my own - so that I could get the original version of the song back out in the spotlight. Problem is, because I was just a nobody and this guy was a "star" I couldn't get anyone to take me seriously and back me up on the matter. I have to say I'm - I don't know if impressed is the right word here - intrigued, maybe(?), at how much your dreams can be directly connected to what's going on in your life right here and now. I guess I'm just kind of curios as to why that is...? My dreams - when I can remember them after I wake up - aren't nearly as coherent or immediately relevant to my life as yours are. They're usually a jumble of all kinds of weird stuff, which is probably why I don't remember most of them. The ones I can vaguely remember feel like watching an over excited 5-year old's explanation of a day at kindergarten converted into movie form word for word by Lars von Trier (I wonder if there was ever a Dane named Lars who became famous internationally and didn't turn into a complete douche...) Imagine this, word for word, being the storyline for a Lars von Trier film: "At kindergarten, Billy took the cars and put them in his pants, but he wasn't... Erm... Because Leela doesn't like watermelon and we had crackers, but I didn't want toiletpaper on my shoes, so I put the teddy bear on my head and then I fell over and then... Erm... Because my backpack was in the hall and then Alex took the trains out of the box, even though he wasn't s'posed to, but his grandma just died and Susie got a new dog." Picture that going on and on for 10 minutes and then getting converted into a movie by a pretentious, overly artsy d*ck whose only goal is to make you go, "Oh, I get it!", just so he can respond with, "No you don't. There's nothing to get. It's gibberish and it's meant to be that way." That's what most of my dreams are like. Get why yours fascinate me? Of course, what really made me furious was that I had more IRL "action hero" cred than the doof actor. It's kind of like how Brendan Frasier made fun of himself at the end of the Looney Tunes movie - his character (a professional stuntman) made a crack about having more screen time in a particular Brendan Frasier action number than Frasier himself. |
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Post by silverdragon on Jun 14, 2015 10:20:13 GMT
Music royalties.
You know the rift used in many pop video's, the one from Sting's Police "Every breath you take"?...
Andy Summers, the guy who plays that guitar rift, is not legally entitled to a penny, even though it has been played MILLIONS of times.
There is a sort of "Band agreement" that royalties are shared, but even though Andy wrote that guitar bit, he is not legally the song "Writer", so doesnt even legally own it.
Andy and Gordon will not talk to anyone (As far as I know) on the exact agreement, its between them... and I respect that.
If you look into who owns what in many bands, you find one of the band has a bigger house than all the others, and thats why the band splits... one person getting all the royalties.
Unless, of course, there is a legal "Band agreement" written up to share the royalties.
And you may find plenty in history of song lyrics being "Stolen" from an unknown writer and accredited to a better known singer.....
In the jingle, the mighty jungle...
That song was originally "sold" for a very small amount, by the original writer.
He has since been tracked down and restitutions made.
But the initial payment was a couple of quid....
Getting what you are worth out of a band is, well, annoying?...
One band I did roadie work for, made sure I got an agreement beforehand, that "We would be going nowhere without you, so we pay you a set amount for your work, ..."
It was agreeable, but at the time, I honestly was enjoying the free entry to their shows and a couple of quid for the Diesel.
As I progressed, and the band got a little more well known, I could see the sense in that agreement, and it was re-negotiated when needs were a BIGGER van.
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Post by the light works on Jun 14, 2015 22:32:59 GMT
Music royalties. You know the rift used in many pop video's, the one from Sting's Police "Every breath you take"?... Andy Summers, the guy who plays that guitar rift, is not legally entitled to a penny, even though it has been played MILLIONS of times. There is a sort of "Band agreement" that royalties are shared, but even though Andy wrote that guitar bit, he is not legally the song "Writer", so doesnt even legally own it. Andy and Gordon will not talk to anyone (As far as I know) on the exact agreement, its between them... and I respect that. If you look into who owns what in many bands, you find one of the band has a bigger house than all the others, and thats why the band splits... one person getting all the royalties. Unless, of course, there is a legal "Band agreement" written up to share the royalties. And you may find plenty in history of song lyrics being "Stolen" from an unknown writer and accredited to a better known singer..... In the jingle, the mighty jungle... That song was originally "sold" for a very small amount, by the original writer. He has since been tracked down and restitutions made. But the initial payment was a couple of quid.... Getting what you are worth out of a band is, well, annoying?... One band I did roadie work for, made sure I got an agreement beforehand, that "We would be going nowhere without you, so we pay you a set amount for your work, ..." It was agreeable, but at the time, I honestly was enjoying the free entry to their shows and a couple of quid for the Diesel. As I progressed, and the band got a little more well known, I could see the sense in that agreement, and it was re-negotiated when needs were a BIGGER van. I've been on the other end of that. I'm glad that I had the presence of mind to track things, demand an IOU at the key time, and turn it over to the IRS as a bad debt at the other key time. she may have gotten free equipment - but at least she had to pay taxes on it as income. |
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Post by the light works on Jun 21, 2015 14:45:39 GMT
there's just something about sleep deprivation that leads to odd dreams. this one doesn't even merit the story treatment.
background: there is a group including my family flying either cross country or overseas to visit someone who it is important to us to visit.
so I start by (for reasons which completely escape me) taking my .45 auto pistol with me, in my waistband without a holster. couple near mishaps with that, we get to the airport, go up a couple flights of stairs and a ladder to get to our terminal and I realize that I'm not going to be allowed to carry my pistol on the airplane. fortunately, the airport has a safe I can have it secured in - at which point I figure out I am also carrying the .38 auto we inherited from Mrs TLW's parents (yes her mom is still alive) so I go in search of the safe to secure those, and after a minor misunderstanding with a paranoid airport patron, found that the safe was full, and they just barely managed to get my guns secured - and then gave me back the jacket I had checked with them last time I flew. (last time I flew?) so I go back up the stairs and the ladder where the rest f the group is eating lunch while they wait to go through security. there I find that the reason I checked the jacket last time is because the pockets were full of electrical stuff - so rather than have to explain to security why I am traveling with pockets full of random metal hardware. fortunately as I am debating whether to just throw it all away, my dad finds a box someone left under the table - so I use that to check THAT stuff and have to explain to the checking staff why I happen to have pockets full of random stuff. then someone has an electrical problem next to the airport, and I have to go and deal with THAT bad wiing job, which included the fact there was aluminum wire mixed in that I had to sort out. went from there to fixing a rain gutter ON the airport building. all the while worrying about making the flight and not easily able to check because the airport clocks are wrong. finally done with that and heading back up to the terminal - finally realizing having a ladder to the long distance terminal is makes no sense. and I find out my phone has decided to ring in a monotone - this because Mrs TLW is now not feeling well and wants me to take her home. things kind of wrap up as we are discussing it and they ask what I want to do and I make the exasperated statement that what I want do so is sit down on the airplane and have the world not be my problem for a few hours.
and all this while oversleeping.
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Post by OziRiS on Jun 21, 2015 21:27:34 GMT
I make the exasperated statement that what I want do so is sit down on the airplane and have the world not be my problem for a few hours. That last sentence kind of nicely sums up the reason for that dream, doesn't it? Feeling a little stressed out? |
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Post by the light works on Jun 21, 2015 21:49:02 GMT
I make the exasperated statement that what I want do so is sit down on the airplane and have the world not be my problem for a few hours. That last sentence kind of nicely sums up the reason for that dream, doesn't it? Feeling a little stressed out? well, I have been known to make comments like that while awake, too. |
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Post by OziRiS on Jun 21, 2015 22:04:44 GMT
That last sentence kind of nicely sums up the reason for that dream, doesn't it? Feeling a little stressed out? well, I have been known to make comments like that while awake, too. Not much of a mystery there then, is there?  |
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Post by ironhold on Jul 6, 2015 16:00:10 GMT
I was in a new location, and so I decided to start channel-surfing in order to see what was on.
Somewhere around channel 67 or so ("basic" cable television here in the United States goes from 16 - 99), I caught a Three Stooges piece. In the piece, they were superheroes who could turn into kaiju (re: giant monsters) in order to battle other kaiju. They and a fourth kaiju teamed up to slingshot an evil kaiju off into space.
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Post by ironhold on Jul 15, 2015 23:20:16 GMT
For some reason, I'm part of a group of people who may or may not be squatting (re: living without legal permission) inside of an abandoned indoor shopping mall.
The mall, while abandoned, is still serviceable. We still have water and electricity, and the facility is in generally good repair.
It's at this point that it hits me: why not convert the mall over? I figure that the restaurants in the mall will remain as such, and a few of the storefronts can be set aside for convenience stores and the like. The rest of the storefronts will be redone into apartments and the like.
Somehow, this all presumed that money would be no issue, and that somehow we'd have handy all we needed to get it done.
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Post by silverdragon on Jul 16, 2015 6:44:19 GMT
You hate waste, and all that space is a waste, so you want to make it useful?...
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Post by the light works on Jul 17, 2015 0:05:27 GMT
For some reason, I'm part of a group of people who may or may not be squatting (re: living without legal permission) inside of an abandoned indoor shopping mall. The mall, while abandoned, is still serviceable. We still have water and electricity, and the facility is in generally good repair. It's at this point that it hits me: why not convert the mall over? I figure that the restaurants in the mall will remain as such, and a few of the storefronts can be set aside for convenience stores and the like. The rest of the storefronts will be redone into apartments and the like. Somehow, this all presumed that money would be no issue, and that somehow we'd have handy all we needed to get it done. we actually do have a few places in town where rows of stores have been converted into residences. - not an entire indoor mall, but a few old stores here and there. |
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Post by ironhold on Jul 27, 2016 6:52:14 GMT
Just had a rather interesting one.
In the dream, a major toy store chain had commissioned its own series of toy soldiers to compete with the likes of G. I. Joe / Action Force / The Corps and all of the other name-brand soldier lines. Somehow or other, I was tapped as one of the models that the figures were to be based on. Thus, the plan was that my likeness would be available in plastic form in every store of this chain.
Then the chain went bust.
The plan was for the chain, or at least the local franchise thereof, to set up a "what might have been" farewell consisting of slides and advertisements showing exclusives that they had in the works at the time but which were no longer going to be, or at least not going to be at that chain.
I turned up at the local store to watch this show, but between technical glitches and people walking in front of me I couldn't actually see half of what was on display.
Oy.
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Post by silverdragon on Jul 27, 2016 7:42:53 GMT
Just had a rather interesting one. In the dream, a major toy store chain had commissioned its own series of toy soldiers to compete with the likes of G. I. Joe / Action Force / The Corps and all of the other name-brand soldier lines. Somehow or other, I was tapped as one of the models that the figures were to be based on. Thus, the plan was that my likeness would be available in plastic form in every store of this chain. Then the chain went bust. The plan was for the chain, or at least the local franchise thereof, to set up a "what might have been" farewell consisting of slides and advertisements showing exclusives that they had in the works at the time but which were no longer going to be, or at least not going to be at that chain. I turned up at the local store to watch this show, but between technical glitches and people walking in front of me I couldn't actually see half of what was on display. Oy. If that was a dream, then the resolution of real life, it means an important decision that YOU should be making is being made in front of you but without any of your consent. Like being told that you WILL give up your day to give your "sister" [adjust for family mileage] a lift 50 mile away fo'-free because its the only way they will get there and "Its family " by another family member when you had something really important to do on that day. Or being moved from one position at work that you really enjoy and thought you were getting on well with to another position that you HATE without any warning or explanation. Like me being told I was off driving and being put on a desk job and paperwork without any explanation as to why. [...and not knowing if you had upset someone or caused an incident to warrant that kind of treatment... ] |
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Post by OziRiS on Aug 10, 2016 22:32:59 GMT
Don't know what I was dreaming last night, but when I woke up this morning there was no uncertainty in Girlfriend's mind that Bobby's not our dog. He's MY dog!
I apparently made that very clear to her four times over the course of 2 hours.
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Post by the light works on Aug 11, 2016 2:19:28 GMT
Don't know what I was dreaming last night, but when I woke up this morning there was no uncertainty in Girlfriend's mind that Bobby's not our dog. He's MY dog! I apparently made that very clear to her four times over the course of 2 hours. funny, that sort of conversation usually goes the other way. as in "look what YOUR dog did." |
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Post by OziRiS on Aug 11, 2016 12:12:26 GMT
Don't know what I was dreaming last night, but when I woke up this morning there was no uncertainty in Girlfriend's mind that Bobby's not our dog. He's MY dog! I apparently made that very clear to her four times over the course of 2 hours. funny, that sort of conversation usually goes the other way. as in "look what YOUR dog did." I thought for a moment it might come back to bite me, but fortunately she's not like that. Besides, he's 10 years old. The worst he'll do is have an accident inside if we're gone for too long and I'm usually the one who picks up after that anyway. Not that it happens all that frequently anymore. It was way worse when he was younger. Still, can't help but wonder what I was dreaming that made me say that. Granted, he was my dog to begin with, but he's been our dog for going on 9 years now. |
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