diane also finds a drug pusher.
The quote of the day:
Not a direct quote:
In response to Georgia's Supreme Court striking down the state's sodomy laws, a proponent for keeping the laws said that no one wants to use the laws by themselves to prosecute others--they would just be used for prosecuting in conjunction with "other heinous acts."
Other heinous acts? No judgement call there, huh?
I got the call last week from the manager's assistant, who talked about how much they loved the script. There are only two flavors of phone calls in Hollywood: they love you, or they're not taking your phone calls. I will take all the backstroking and love I can take, believe you me.
I met the manager today and got a really good feeling from it. He seemed like a sharp guy--not a shark, but someone who's very knowledgeable and has a plan. He wanted to know about me--what I'm working on, what my plans are--to see how we can work together.
I wondered a few times if I wasn't babbling too much. He asked what movies I'd seen recently that I liked. And I drew a blank. And then I remembered Enemy of the State. I started remembering everything I've seen recently and talking about it.
He also asked me what kind of things I like, both to watch and to write--and I blanked. Then I remembered: action, thrillers, mysteries. (Note to self: prepare this kind of stuff, for crying out loud.)
And what I want to do in the future: I said I want to be a producer eventually, but a writer for now. I have no interest in being a writer-director at all.
We also talked about the script he'd read. He told me what he plans to do with it; I gave him a few suggestions. We also talked about what I was planning on doing for the next few months--my rewrite, my next script. And how we would proceed from here: what he'd do, what I'd do, how we'd handle business arrangements in the future.
Very cool.
So, no horror stories yet, unfortunately. I make no promises, but so far this has started well.
Less than a block from the manager's building is Michael's Fine Pens.
I could feel the lust building as I walked around and looked in all the cases. They have every pen you could want, and then some. There were a bunch of chatty customers in there, so we started talking about collecting pens and bidding for them on E-Bay (oh no!). We drooled over the $11,000 Omas pen (called something like, "Return to the Motherland," made out of white gold, with two carved dragons entwined around the barrel) and the various commemorative Pelikan pens (only around $2000...and there are only 60 of them made! such a deal!).
I bought an inexpensive Waterman Phileas pen (dark green, $40). I bought the gift pak, which comes with several ink cartridges of varying colors, plus a bottle of ink. I asked what kind of nib the gift pak pen had, and she said, "Medium." I said, Oh no! I prefer fine. So she switched the nibs. Then I noticed that the bottle of ink was black. I said, Oh no! I prefer blue-black. So she switched that.
I like this store. Eventually, I will buy commemorative pens that I will never use from them. I will also buy beautiful pens that I will use. And I won't lose them this time.
Pen lust. It's not pretty.
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