Well kids, it’s that time on the show where all the various elements in my life are currently spinning, amorphously out in the middle of space, and all I can do is wait until they align their heat-tile-covered underbellies back towards Earth, begin their decent, and cross my fingers they don’t burn up on re-entry. It’s like that feeling you get when you drive over a steep hill too quickly, and your stomach and your… “undercarriage”… find their way northward and make friends with your spleen. Only it’s all the time, so it loses its luster pretty quickly, and you might think twice next time about begging the bus driver to hit the gas as he goes under that poorly-surveyed underpass on your way home from school.
It amounts to this: on Monday, Stan will be flying to Los Angeles with Jean Marc (see previous posts for background info on these two gentlemen), and they’ll be meeting with people from The Weinstein Company in L.A. to discuss the possibility of us doing design work for them…
This is what we like to call a VERY BIG DEAL.
I’m currently putting the finishing touches on a web site for Stan, so that he’ll have a portfolio of sorts to use as a marketing tool for this, and future business opportunities. If he can work his salesman magic, they could turn out to be the ultimate “backbone” client; something that could ensure the success of my whole freelance idea, and all points thereafter.
But, again, I won’t find anything out for another few days, and in the meantime am left to fidget, tap pencils rapidly upon objects, bounce my knees in a succession of staccato patterns, and wonder why I only get voicemail…
More to come on or around Tuesday… Stay tuned.