Hey Gang,
Noticed the thread wondering if the cast has deserted you. Please take note it wasnt one of those pretty, intelligent, charming "bridge crew" guys that stepped to the plate.
Nope. It was the big butt ugly alien in the cargo bay.
I haven't been on for a while, mostly because once the bad news came down the pipe, Dylan, Myriam, Alex, and Warren summed it all up better than I could have. And since anything I added would have seemed at best superflous, and at worst bitter I decided to keep my pie hole shut.
All I know is that Billy Ray Cyrus is playing a "country doctor in the big city" on millions of tv's every week, and JMS can't get a B5 series. That's trouble my friends. With a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for pathetic.
But am I bitter? Nah, I'm not bitter. In order to bitter, I would have to have had some illusions about the nature of television to begin with.
Shoulda. Coulda. Woulda. Won't. Oh well. Next gig.
In acting it pays to feed on adversity and dissapointment like a tick, lest you shrivel and die.
So there's my little stream of conciousness rant. See why I didn't say anything when the wounds were fresh?
Anyway, all venom aside, I just wanted to drop in thank y'all for everything. You all made the difference in turning Rangers from a fun project to something truly special to me. I rank it as a highlight in the 3 years I spent up here in Vancouver.
That said, with fond memories firmly in tow, I'm dissapearing from the electric eye for a while and heading back home to that shining jewel of the midwest, Minneapolis.
Its time for me to go home, take stock, and return to my first (i.e. less profitable) love, the stage.
I'm looking forward to getting back to my favorite city and seeing my favorite bands, my favorite theater companies, my favorite people. Im provincial as hell and proud of it. It will be good for my Uncle Tupelo records to sound relevant again.
So theres nothing left to do but shamlessly plug my upcoming appearences:
Look for me in such epic films as: Halloween8, Willard, I Spy, and A Guy Thing.
The quick and perceptive might spot me in Taken.
I think that about closes the books on my little Vancouver caper. Again, thanks for everything guys. I may just check in from time to time to make sure you're all behaving.
Adios Ameobas,
Gus Lynch
PS--Hey Channe, or should I say, Madame Moderator, don't think Ive forgotten about you. Things have just been busy, and honestly the relevant materials have been packed away in storage for months. I'll get in touch with you when its ready to go. I wasn't just blowing smoke when I said we Wodehousians must stick together.
Noticed the thread wondering if the cast has deserted you. Please take note it wasnt one of those pretty, intelligent, charming "bridge crew" guys that stepped to the plate.
Nope. It was the big butt ugly alien in the cargo bay.
I haven't been on for a while, mostly because once the bad news came down the pipe, Dylan, Myriam, Alex, and Warren summed it all up better than I could have. And since anything I added would have seemed at best superflous, and at worst bitter I decided to keep my pie hole shut.
All I know is that Billy Ray Cyrus is playing a "country doctor in the big city" on millions of tv's every week, and JMS can't get a B5 series. That's trouble my friends. With a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for pathetic.
But am I bitter? Nah, I'm not bitter. In order to bitter, I would have to have had some illusions about the nature of television to begin with.
Shoulda. Coulda. Woulda. Won't. Oh well. Next gig.
In acting it pays to feed on adversity and dissapointment like a tick, lest you shrivel and die.
So there's my little stream of conciousness rant. See why I didn't say anything when the wounds were fresh?
Anyway, all venom aside, I just wanted to drop in thank y'all for everything. You all made the difference in turning Rangers from a fun project to something truly special to me. I rank it as a highlight in the 3 years I spent up here in Vancouver.
That said, with fond memories firmly in tow, I'm dissapearing from the electric eye for a while and heading back home to that shining jewel of the midwest, Minneapolis.
Its time for me to go home, take stock, and return to my first (i.e. less profitable) love, the stage.
I'm looking forward to getting back to my favorite city and seeing my favorite bands, my favorite theater companies, my favorite people. Im provincial as hell and proud of it. It will be good for my Uncle Tupelo records to sound relevant again.
So theres nothing left to do but shamlessly plug my upcoming appearences:
Look for me in such epic films as: Halloween8, Willard, I Spy, and A Guy Thing.
The quick and perceptive might spot me in Taken.
I think that about closes the books on my little Vancouver caper. Again, thanks for everything guys. I may just check in from time to time to make sure you're all behaving.
Adios Ameobas,
Gus Lynch
PS--Hey Channe, or should I say, Madame Moderator, don't think Ive forgotten about you. Things have just been busy, and honestly the relevant materials have been packed away in storage for months. I'll get in touch with you when its ready to go. I wasn't just blowing smoke when I said we Wodehousians must stick together.
