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are dudes like baldacci actually writing all these books or is it like a team of people that he employs?
I felt bamboozled when I found out some big time artists are really just overseeing apprentices painting some of their pieces
I felt bamboozled when I found out some big time artists are really just overseeing apprentices painting some of their pieces
Speaking of editorial masterpieces, I just finished Absolute Power by David Baldacci. Was looking for a nice, easy read after some downer and heavier stuff I've read lately. What a fun romp! Wanna watch the movie now. Makes me wanna read more trash.
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I haven’t worn a tuxedo since I went to my sister-in laws 2009 debutant ball
Stop ! Chili molester !!
Trying to imagine how different my life would have to be to need a $2500 tuxedo
Trying to imagine how different my life would have to be to grow up attending debutant ballsI haven’t worn a tuxedo since I went to my sister-in laws 2009 debutant ball
Trying to imagine how different my life would have to be to grow up attending debutant balls
I do! I took a formal dining etiquette class/event at wake and I still use that shitIt was a fish out of water experience for sure. You know that movie cliché where the yokel has to take a crash course on formal dining etiquette, I was that yokel
That's what I love about the man, so many great stories just like that. I chatted with him last year. He agreed to join me for a WebEx recording of the pre-history of my land for my farm page.I'll toss in a Woodall classroom story here.
Back in the days when all the social science, humanities, and language departments had the their faculty offices and all classes in Tribble. Introductory Anthro class, About 30-40 students. 8:00 AM class. The class lecture/reading/discussion topic was the osteo-dento-kerato cultures, those making tools from animal bones, teeth and skins. Class is all assembled, as he was not one for being happy with late arrivals.
At the start of class he comes walking in carrying a femur from a steer that he must have gotten from a local butcher shop that morning. It was bloody, had shreds of meat hanging off the bone and marrow was oozing out the end where the butcher shop had cut it off. Ned was pretty much carrying it like you would a club you were ready to hit someone with.
A very naive young woman sitting near the front of the class raised her hand and asked very earnestly, "Is it real?"
Ned replied, very deadpan, "No honey, it's plastic."
Lecture was of necessity put on hold until students could stop laughing and get themselves back into their chairs. I believe this was the invention of ROFL.
I have no memory as to what particular point he was trying to illustrate.