Not that I need to impress him, but my boss Paul "Blog or You’re Fired!" Bales is really pushing for insightful (any) updates and I’d really like to avoid getting fired right now, as I have recently been screwed out of the equivalent of two months rent by your stupid city’s DMV and my first choice in employment has suffered an unfortunate incident that makes me grateful to sit here in my poowater-free swivel chair. And really, who am I to turn down the chance to wax philosophical on the most far reaching (Hi, Mom) of all public forums that I have access to.
Truth is, it’s been relatively quiet around here lately (aside from my recent mini-triumph of being granted permission to fire Scott if I so choose.) I didn’t go to Toronto (how many years in a row can my invitation get lost in the mail? Damn postal service!) but there are probably one or two other people writing about that anyway. In addition to that, there’s an embarassing lack of any substance present in the local movie theaters. (Not to say I didn’t see Beerfest. What can I say? Guilty pleasure.*) However, things will be picking up in the next couple weeks, with the approaching IFP Market in NYC (to be attended by Paul, DMG and that new guy that Scott and I are totally not jealous of) and LA’s own Latino International Film Festival, so you can look forward to some really insightful posts by yours truly as soon as I recover from the inevitable hangover.
What’s that you say? Filler? I hardly know her!
*Ok, so it’s really not a guilty pleasure. I’m not guilty. I did just think of my most shameful of all secret shames and I am so embarrassed right now that I could just die!
