Polished Scrawl Productions: The Blog

Since I’ve started working at home, I’ve become familiar with the perils of non-cable daytime TV, home to soap operas, mid-day news, and talk shows. Fortunately, here in Dallas, there is KFWD Channel 52. Starting at 1:00 in the afternoon, their programming block is as follows:

1:00 - The Rockford Files
2:00 - The A-TEAM
3:00 - Kojak
4:00 - Magnum, P.I.

Is there a better line-up of TV known to mankind? I submit that there is not!!

In other news, go, right now, and see “V for Vendetta.” Don’t question it, just go!

My AC seems to not want to do it’s job… It runs constantly, and yet produces the same result as if I had somebody blowling gently onto me through a sock. Which is to say, no result at all except the continuation of my apartment being annoyingly muggy and warm. I went and told the folks at the office about it today, and supposedly somebody’s coming tomorrow to fix it. I surely hope so. The alternative is to open up my front door, and the sliding glass door to my balcony and get a cross-breeze going through, which is all well and good until giant Texas-sized wasps come hovering around and get themselves stuck between the panes of glass in the sliding door. My only recourse, then, is to spray an ungodly amount of multi-purpose cleanser into the space in an attempt to kill it by a.) drowning or b.) inducing brain damage via cleanser fumes.

I eventually lost track of it, so I’m assuming he found his way out and droned on his way to another gig of being a wasp and, therefore, an evil blight on the world. That’s what I choose to believe… I do not choose to believe that, in closing the sliding door, I enabled his escape into the confines of my shoebox of an apartment, and that I will find him later on, hovering around my bathroom sink, or circling ’round my bed just as I have snuggled myself in for what I thought was to be a pleasant, terror-free sleep.

P.S. First Choice Studios is now live and in glorious color! Mostly blue. This is the site I made for Stan, so he can sell more design work for me to do… soon to be seen by Hollywood big-wigs… or, their marketing departments at least, who also, I assume, are sporting rather large wigs themselves.

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.