On Dec 7, 7:50 am, "WeReo_ScoTTy" <> wrote: > I had a "press agent" who will go unnamed who left a voicemail, "the dead > man (who died 12 years ago) said I must "stay off my little toy" because he > got the directive from the dead man. > > The buffoon never could spell my name right, thus preventing me from showing > anyone anything printed in his erratic little newsletter which he called a > newspaper. > > If that's not enough he never could get anyone's mailing address right > either, thus causing plenty of friction between the target and your mailman. > Of course he never could send an EMAIL because he doesn't want "a little > toy" to send one on. > > Then the manipulator/opportunist/power freak decides who is your soulmate > and how to talk to each individual family member. And all the while I'm > waiting for the dead man to get me a booking for 20-odd years. > > Don't you know he's got a good group of us show biz veterans enRAGEd by > these antics by now? > > Then he tells me to call creep 1. I call creep 1 and the next day get a > voicemail from creep 2 upstate THREATENING MY LIFE if I ever call creep 1 > again. > > Of course I'm forbidden to read Backstage and Show Business even though the > clairvoyant's newsletter has been missing deadlines for 4 years. I kid you > not. > > Let alone sending me on wild goose chases awl over New York City to fantasy > "bookings." One time this con man told me I had a booking at the David > Letterman Show. Whew! I finally made the big time. "Wear the hat, wear the > hat" the fantasy newspaper mogul tells me. > > So I put on the hat on trudge on down to The Ed Sullivan Theatre, walk in > the lobby, and announce myself. The great Scott Lifshine is here. The > befuddled show assistant comes back 15 minutes later and tells me to get out > of there, we've never heard of you *or* your buffoonish press agent. > > I'll eventually get over this. After 20 years of this slipshod "publicity" I > finally told him I don't want to be in his next issue with the newsletter.. > > It was at this point the 73 year old who gets his directives from the dead > man to "stay off your little toy" becomes vicious and bilious with > registered letters (he finally got the address right, I think) and > threatening blackmail-like phone calls that if I don't invest in this > upcoming "film" of his I will be seen in a very negative light in this film. > > For god sakes the putz can't even send out an EMAIL, let alone produce a > film! This is just a few examples of the complaints I've got against this > vicious buffoon. > > Hey buffoon I don't appreciate you telling me when I can and cannot send out > an email or press notice to awl my friends out here. > > And if you don't mind I need my "little toy" here in order to COMMUNICATE > with everyone on the internets. How else are they supposed to know I'm the > only speaker who matters in the Universities? > > Sending this fucking creep copies of the biggest write-up in world history > written about me cawled One day in 1974 ... about what I did at the behemoth > California Jam and stuff I realize now were wastes of good > 11 x 17s and postage and envelopes. > > Is there a 12 year old film producer on earth today who can't send out an > email to cast and crew, ASSHOLE? And you don't have any "SAG authorization > letters" for this fantasy little major film of yours either. SAG doesn't > issue authorization letters to buffoons with no email addresses, let alone a > website. > > And perhaps even a Myspace, a Facebook and a Youtube may bolster up your > credibility in the eyes of SAG? But no, you despise the idea of anyone using > our "little toys" here to COMMUNICATE with each other. > > Get rid of a buffoon today. So how's YOUR day going? Try another NG?....like......alt.lost.wannabees?