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brb resurrecting robert ebert and forcing him to review my sex tape before i submit it to sundance
Life Itself - Official Trailer
Something I've been wondering; are you by any chance the ghost of Rodger Ebert?
Yes.
For those who don’t know, Rodger Ebert (no relation to Roger Ebert) was a male prostitute in and around Alabama in the late 1800s. He was famous for using the word “ne’er-do-well” and made a mean bowl of cereal (which is, by any account, astoundingly impressive considering this was before processed grains were inhabitants of every local foodshoppe) Rodger was an upstanding citizen and I’ve traced back my soul through thousands of years and he’s certainly a golden apple.
political correctiveness is the fascism of the 90s
Rodger Ebert
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I have a RodgerEbert Story:
My last year in Philadelphia I worked as a ticket taker at the Ritz movie theater which hosted the Philadelphia film festival.
Rodger Ebert came in for the fest and was looking in his pockets for his tickets. I nervously said, "That's ok Mr. Ebert, you can come in." He responded "I've been told my face is my passport." To which I replied "really, mine's my driver's license." He just stared in dead silence.
The next day he came back and I let him and mumbled "your face is your passport." And he said, "what did you mean by drivers license?" and I said "I don't know, I don't even drive since I hydroplaned on a cat."
- insert foot in mouth again-
Ebert walked into the theater.
One year later I was at Sundance and I saw Rodger Ebert and he was talking to someone else and he kept looking at me and stopped his conversation and said "Don't I know you?" I said "I worked at the Philadelphia film festival." He said "drivers license."
I nodded and he added "what happened to that poor cat?"
One of my favorite Ebert obituaries stories.
Awe...In Heaven the balcony now has been officially closed.