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peregrineroad:
grison-in-space:
thepageofhopes:
flicker-serthes:
whenthesungoesblack:
beggars-opera:
pidgeforblackpaladin:
leebasampson:
slurpinanakinsdiaries:
Anybody else got like,, rlly random connections to famous ppl?? Like my older brothers were friends w Jennifer Lawrence when they were like 12 and I just found out I’m friends w the cousin of the girl who voiced honey lemon in big hero six like, idk what I’m supposed to do with either of these tid bits I feel like I was supposed to live my life in ignorance of them
the tags on this are so funny because they range from “my neighbor went to school with tom cruise” to “my dad is best friends with macklemore”
My dad almost ran over US Senator Scott Brown with his car
My dad once had to organize a gig for Luis Miguel to promote a cell phone brand
I got the voice actress for Raava (ALoK) to pull her first ever practical joke at an anime con…
I’m on a discord with a guy who worked on the homestuck music team with toby fox and is pretty good skype friends with him. He tells us stories from time to time. I’m two steps away from the Huss y'all.
@coffee-mage-sans-caffeine is indirectly responsible for getting all of Nickelback punched in the face.
You’re welcome.
wait, what, how? You can’t just say that and then not tell the story!
@grison-in-space I’m agreeing with peregrin here, now you HAVE to tell the story XD
When I was a little kid, my family was good friends with a family who are Canadian music royalty. The patriarch was one of Canada’s favourite sons, so to speak (for the sake of anonymity, I’ll omit his name), a folk singer who died in a plane crash when I was either a baby or before I was born. As a result, the youngest son, who is a few years older than me, had some issues. The kind of issues that young famous and famous-adjacent folks tend to get. Drugs, alcohol, that kind of thing.N, the youngest son, was a good friend to me and we spent summers together. We used to go carting around in these things called “Gators”. They’re a John Deer product with 6 wheels and 4 wheel drive. They’re also a goddamned hazard when it comes to flipping. They flip easy and they’ll crush you to death. N was carting me around in one and we very, very nearly flipped. The wheels on one side were off the ground and I could feel the Gator going over and we were both screaming.By some miracle, it didn’t flip and the wheels went back down. N’s mother, A, had seen all of this and she was incandescently angry. She dragged him out of the Gator by the front of his shirt and for all she was a foot shorter than him already, she made him shrink in terror. She went right up one side of him and down the other because she was furious that he had almost got me killed. Mid-rage, she suddenly stopped, peered into his face and went ‘You’re HIGH!’He was. He was all of 15, maybe 16, and he had a drug problem that was rapidly spiralling out of control. His mother realized instantly that, if he went to rehab in Canada, the tabloids might talk about it. He wouldn’t get any peace and future employers would see his drug problem when they did background checks. She had friends in weird places thanks to the weirdness that was folk music in the 70s.She sent him to an honest-to-fucking-god monastery in the Himalayas. I didn’t see him for a couple summers because he was in the monastery. They were a martial-arts-based sect who had been defending their monastery with a specific type of martial art (I don’t know the name) for all of their oral history. In short, they were fucking fighting monks. When he came back, he had learned Tibetan throat singing and martial arts and had gotten off drugs and found meaning in his life. He embarked on his own musical career and it doesn’t pay all his bills I don’t think, but it’s enough to give him the connection to his dad that he really craved. He’s got kids and a wife and he’s happy and stable and we’re all super proud of him.So at this point, I’m sure you’re wondering ‘what the fuck does this have to do with Nickelback?’Well. Here’s the end of the story, which took place about 15 years after the summer N almost killed me.See, remember how N is music royalty in Canada? His career doesn’t have to be amazing and he doesn’t have to be a huge name on his own to get invited to the Junos, which are the Canadian version of the Grammies. It’s like how if Julian Lennon said he wanted audience tickets to the Grammies, he’d get them even though his career isn’t huge on its own.So most years, N goes to the Junos. He doesn’t do the red carpet. He just wants to go support friends and stuff. There is a tunnel to a parking garage from the venue that the Junos are held in, or at least there was at the time of the story. One year, N is walking back to his car from the Junos. He walks past Nickelback in the tunnel and there’s Chad Fucking Kroger with his arm around a girl who can’t be more than 15. (It was not Avril Lavigne, I checked with N) Nickelback is drunk–the whole band–and cheering Kroger on and the girl is giggling and Kroger is clearly taking her back to the hotel (which is attached to the garage) for some nookie-nookie.N does not approve but doesn’t want to make a scene, so as he walks past the band of drunken assholes, he does that fake cough thing into his hand and says “Talentless hacks.”Kroger, looking to impress his arm candy, I assume, turns on him and goes “What did you say?”N stops and smiles sweetly and enunciates clearly. “I said, you’re a talentless hack and you’re everything wrong with Canadian music today.”Kroger pushes the teeny bopper away and takes a swing at N.It is fucking on. N ducks the punch and launches himself at Kroger. He punches Kroger in the face. The rest of the band descends on N. N beats them all off and is kneeling on the drummer, punching him and gets the bassist in the face with his elbow on the backswing. He then gets off the drummer and punches the other guitar asshole. The girl is screaming. There’s blood everywhere. Girl is shrieking “OH MY GOD YOU KILLED HIM” because Kroger is laid out cold at this point.N hears the roadies coming and fucking books it back to his car and peels out of there. If he hadn’t almost killed me when we were kids, he wouldn’t have gotten discovered for the drugs as early. If he hadn’t gotten his drug problem found out when he was still young enough his mum could send him overseas for help without him stopping her, he wouldn’t have spent two years with the fighting monks. If he hadn’t spent that time with the fighting monks, he wouldn’t have been able to punch out all of Nickelback.It’s a strange world.
in case y’all missed the story
Omg
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write-like-an-american:
grison-in-space:
coffee-mage-sans-caffeine:
sevi007:
peregrineroad:
grison-in-space:
thepageofhopes:
flicker-serthes:
whenthesungoesblack:
beggars-opera:
pidgeforblackpaladin:
leebasampson:
slurpinanakinsdiaries:
Anybody else got like,, rlly random connections to famous ppl?? Like my older brothers were friends w Jennifer Lawrence when they were like 12 and I just found out I’m friends w the cousin of the girl who voiced honey lemon in big hero six like, idk what I’m supposed to do with either of these tid bits I feel like I was supposed to live my life in ignorance of them
the tags on this are so funny because they range from “my neighbor went to school with tom cruise” to “my dad is best friends with macklemore”
My dad almost ran over US Senator Scott Brown with his car
My dad once had to organize a gig for Luis Miguel to promote a cell phone brand
I got the voice actress for Raava (ALoK) to pull her first ever practical joke at an anime con…
I’m on a discord with a guy who worked on the homestuck music team with toby fox and is pretty good skype friends with him. He tells us stories from time to time. I’m two steps away from the Huss y'all.
@coffee-mage-sans-caffeine is indirectly responsible for getting all of Nickelback punched in the face.
You’re welcome.
wait, what, how? You can’t just say that and then not tell the story!
@grison-in-space I’m agreeing with peregrin here, now you HAVE to tell the story XD
When I was a little kid, my family was good friends with a family who are Canadian music royalty. The patriarch was one of Canada’s favourite sons, so to speak (for the sake of anonymity, I’ll omit his name), a folk singer who died in a plane crash when I was either a baby or before I was born. As a result, the youngest son, who is a few years older than me, had some issues. The kind of issues that young famous and famous-adjacent folks tend to get. Drugs, alcohol, that kind of thing.N, the youngest son, was a good friend to me and we spent summers together. We used to go carting around in these things called “Gators”. They’re a John Deer product with 6 wheels and 4 wheel drive. They’re also a goddamned hazard when it comes to flipping. They flip easy and they’ll crush you to death. N was carting me around in one and we very, very nearly flipped. The wheels on one side were off the ground and I could feel the Gator going over and we were both screaming.By some miracle, it didn’t flip and the wheels went back down. N’s mother, A, had seen all of this and she was incandescently angry. She dragged him out of the Gator by the front of his shirt and for all she was a foot shorter than him already, she made him shrink in terror. She went right up one side of him and down the other because she was furious that he had almost got me killed. Mid-rage, she suddenly stopped, peered into his face and went ‘You’re HIGH!’He was. He was all of 15, maybe 16, and he had a drug problem that was rapidly spiralling out of control. His mother realized instantly that, if he went to rehab in Canada, the tabloids might talk about it. He wouldn’t get any peace and future employers would see his drug problem when they did background checks. She had friends in weird places thanks to the weirdness that was folk music in the 70s.She sent him to an honest-to-fucking-god monastery in the Himalayas. I didn’t see him for a couple summers because he was in the monastery. They were a martial-arts-based sect who had been defending their monastery with a specific type of martial art (I don’t know the name) for all of their oral history. In short, they were fucking fighting monks. When he came back, he had learned Tibetan throat singing and martial arts and had gotten off drugs and found meaning in his life. He embarked on his own musical career and it doesn’t pay all his bills I don’t think, but it’s enough to give him the connection to his dad that he really craved. He’s got kids and a wife and he’s happy and stable and we’re all super proud of him.So at this point, I’m sure you’re wondering ‘what the fuck does this have to do with Nickelback?’Well. Here’s the end of the story, which took place about 15 years after the summer N almost killed me.See, remember how N is music royalty in Canada? His career doesn’t have to be amazing and he doesn’t have to be a huge name on his own to get invited to the Junos, which are the Canadian version of the Grammies. It’s like how if Julian Lennon said he wanted audience tickets to the Grammies, he’d get them even though his career isn’t huge on its own.So most years, N goes to the Junos. He doesn’t do the red carpet. He just wants to go support friends and stuff. There is a tunnel to a parking garage from the venue that the Junos are held in, or at least there was at the time of the story. One year, N is walking back to his car from the Junos. He walks past Nickelback in the tunnel and there’s Chad Fucking Kroger with his arm around a girl who can’t be more than 15. (It was not Avril Lavigne, I checked with N) Nickelback is drunk–the whole band–and cheering Kroger on and the girl is giggling and Kroger is clearly taking her back to the hotel (which is attached to the garage) for some nookie-nookie.N does not approve but doesn’t want to make a scene, so as he walks past the band of drunken assholes, he does that fake cough thing into his hand and says “Talentless hacks.”Kroger, looking to impress his arm candy, I assume, turns on him and goes “What did you say?”N stops and smiles sweetly and enunciates clearly. “I said, you’re a talentless hack and you’re everything wrong with Canadian music today.”Kroger pushes the teeny bopper away and takes a swing at N.It is fucking on. N ducks the punch and launches himself at Kroger. He punches Kroger in the face. The rest of the band descends on N. N beats them all off and is kneeling on the drummer, punching him and gets the bassist in the face with his elbow on the backswing. He then gets off the drummer and punches the other guitar asshole. The girl is screaming. There’s blood everywhere. Girl is shrieking “OH MY GOD YOU KILLED HIM” because Kroger is laid out cold at this point.N hears the roadies coming and fucking books it back to his car and peels out of there. If he hadn’t almost killed me when we were kids, he wouldn’t have gotten discovered for the drugs as early. If he hadn’t gotten his drug problem found out when he was still young enough his mum could send him overseas for help without him stopping her, he wouldn’t have spent two years with the fighting monks. If he hadn’t spent that time with the fighting monks, he wouldn’t have been able to punch out all of Nickelback.It’s a strange world.
in case y’all missed the story
Omg
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