"Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
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Monday, September 27
Stairway To Heaven
When the whole RatherGate thing broke, I had thought I'd post a big round up of all the things CBS did wrong (not least of which was failing to interview several of the people involved), but then I thought - the hell with it! I'll just paraphrase Indiana Jones instead. Journalism is the search for fact, not truth. It may be true that Britney Spears is the love child of George W. Bush and Oprah Winfrey, but unless you've got some proof up your sleeve, you're better off leaving that one unsaid.
So what have I been up to lately? I've been up to my ass in alligators, as we say here in the South. At work I have been designated the lead engineer for the server team for our yearly disaster recovery exercise, which has turned out to be an ass-kicker. Three of us have to restore 22 servers in just 24 hours, using only baling wire, two D-cell batteries, and our bare hands. Okay, I made that up; we're not really Macguyver. Although Angus is my real first name...
On the home front, my son is in a fall baseball league, which has kept me busy. One practice and two games every single week, plus a little extra one-on-one time, if I can. The boy is a natural hitter (hough he's still stuck in the T-ball habit of swinging late) but his concentration needs to improve. When the coach tells him to run, he needs to do it right then, not when the guy with the ball is standing 3 feet away.
And of course I submitted a teleplay to Bravo's Situation: Comedy, a reality series aimed at discovering the next generation of sitcom talent. I really, really, like my chances in this contest. See, made you laugh.
In fact I am unreasonably confident that I will make the round of 50, which will then be whittled down to 5 by questionnaire and videotape. Those 5 get to travel to L.A. to pitch their idea, with the 2 best selected to be finalists. Those two get to stay in L.A. for 10 weeks, working on their show, until finally the end results are broadcast and the viewers vote for the winner.
I'm scared shitless that I will make the finals. My job may not feature Thrills! Spills! Excitement! but they pay me to come in every day, and I'd have to give it up to go Hollywood. On the other hand, if I win, or even do well, I'd be on my way to writing for a living - the Holy Grail. Since I can't decide what I want, I'll just ask everyone to wish me luck, or not, and let the chips fall where they may.
