Martini Shot

This is Rob Long and on today’s Martini Shot a friend opens a new coffee place in New York and I commit acts of influencing and plugola, in exchange for a tall drip.

This is Rob Long and on today’s Martini Shot I’d like to get a lot done this week but

This is Rob Long, and on today’s Martini Shot I talk about impossible it is for some people to remember that they have enough stuff, enough of everything. And by some people I mean, me. But maybe not just me.

This is Rob Long and on today’s Martini Shot I tell the story of the movie star, the eighty dollar plumber, and the joys of a normal life. It all ties together, I promise.

This is Rob Long and on today’s Martini Shot I talk about what happened when my tailor died and his shop was rebooted and remodeled and was better in almost every way except one: it was missing something, like a lot of reboots.

This is Rob Long and on today’s Martini Shot I hypothetically and with names changed, explore some of the ways writers get scripts written, from Adderall to ten micrograms of LSD, everything but just sitting down and doing the work.

This is Rob Long, and on today’s Martini Shot I talk about my most recent act of bad business judgment.

This is Rob Long, and on today’s Martini Shot I tell the story of the older actress who wouldn’t play a grandmother, because she didn’t think the audience saw her as the grandmother type. She was eighty. And in real life, a great grandmother.

This is Rob Long and on today’s Martini Shot I talk about that thing where when you go someplace foreign and you buy something you think you’re going to wear back home, but, you’re never going to wear it back home.

This is Rob Long and on today’s Martini Shot I struggle to wedge myself into child’s pose during yoga, while the woman next to me ignores the teacher entirely and just stretches out. It’s a lightbulb moment for me.