John is away, so the Henry will play. We’ve got friend of the show and erstwhile guest host Jamie on the show this week and she’s got a lot to talk about. Pet names, mystery chocolates, financial budgeting apps. We’ve got it all plus the outrage of a certain Big Game campaign, this week on Zero Credit(s).
The journey is finally over, we’re finally back in the present day. That’s right, it’s October 31st, 2020 and Henry and Jamie are ready to hit the cultural zeitgeist hard with some quick facts about the moon. Fact #1: It’s wet. Everything is perfectly alright with this episode of the Zero Credit(s) Podcast With Henry and Jamie. In fact, Fact #2: Henry doesn’t freak out about his memories of what he refers to as an “alternate timeline” at all. Nuh-uh, that does not happen in the slightest. We’re all normal here and totally did not witness what could only be described as a “time portal” opened by “several ghosts” suck Henry’s body through it only to deposit a separate Henry who had no recollection of what had happened to him.
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John is sick. He may *sob* never record again. At least for this week, which is why for the first time ever, a ZCPC episode was recorded without him. This is an historic moment, one whose implications may very well echo all the way to next week. When Henry won’t be able to record. Anyway, scrambling to find a cohost, Henry did what he always does. He asked his fiancee. Soon to be wife. Like tomorrow to be wife. And as she’s done before, she said yes. She would love to be on the podcast. And so this happened. Jamie is here, Henry is here, John is not. They discuss the Oscars and what movies probably deserve to be there more so than others, all of which Henry and Jamie have not actually seen. Who the hell cares about A Star is Born? Who is that movie for?
I once met Bradly Cooper in a bar in Copenhagen on a Wednesday night in the Spring of 1995. I was sitting at the bar, minding my own business, when he sat next to me. He said in a low voice so that no one else could hear him, “Hey. My name’s Bradly Cooper. In 24 years, I’m going to direct a movie called A Star is Born with Lady Gaga and myself as lead actors.” He looked around the bar to see if anyone else heard. But we were alone. Not even the bartender was there. He leaned back in. “You better go see it, buddy. Else I’ll be back. I’ll stab your dog, man. I’m not kidding. You better go fuckin’ see it. I have a knife, buddy. A real, big knife. And I went to classes to learn how to use it. I got my knife license, if you know what I mean. I paid out the ass for that license. I’ll stab your dog and then I’ll stab you. Go see my movie. Go see my fuckin’ moving. I’m not kidding. You think this is a joke?” He moved his jacket aside and I saw he had a large knife tucked into his belt loop. “Go see my movie. Go. Go now. Go to a theater and wait 24 years for my movie. I have things to do. I need to graduate acting school and star in Wet Hot American Summer. I have plans. But you go to the theater. I’ll call up theaters randomly and if you’re not there, waiting for my movie, I’ll be back. With my knife. And I’ll stab your dog.” He got up and was gone into the Copenhagen night. That encounter stuck with me for a long time and I’d think of him whenever I did manage to pop into a theater. Over all, I thought he was a nice guy. Cause he didn’t really escalate his threats and I’ve never had a dog.
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