Sorry neurosisnine Army, sometimes I forget I have a website with a feverent following of fans who must be fed with my ferocious wit and... okay I can't do it, alliteration is stupid. But here is the first in a series of non-fiction essays about the creation of NNF.
How neurosisnine got it's name
After our initial success, Matt and I had taken a 13 month sabbatical to write. Four and a half months in, we're both at each others throats going stir crazy when Freud calls us up. He says he scored four tickets to the opera house in Sydney and Dali's agreed to come but they don't have anyway to get there. So he offers to give us the other two tickets if we'll fly them on our Zeppelin.
I'm not a huge fan of Opera, and Siggy can get annoying at times, but I figure it's a chance to meet Dali.
Matt had already met Dali four years earlier when Dali caught Matt walking his pet aardvark in Madrid, they hit it off, hung out for a few months and then both went there separate ways.
Anyway that whole thing was a huge disappointment to me, because a week before the show Dali said publicly that he thought Paul Hogan was a "big sissy-pants" As you can imagine that pissed the Australian government off and they refused to let him in the country, so he didn't get to come with us.
But I digress, the whole way Frued was talking about the different neuroses he was studying. If you know Freud, you know he brings his work with him everywhere, and he's going on and on about the ninth neuroses. The man won't shut up. So finally I yell at him from the cock-pit, "Freud, shut-up, no one gives a shit about neurosis nine." It was like a light bulb went off, Matt and I both looked at each other and we knew that was it, that was the name of our film company.