The latest from the freelance department:
1. The Couch Potato will now be made into a limited-edition of 200 ceramic collectibles, individually hand-painted and numbered… not by me, thank God… but possibly signed by the artist, a.k.a. one Yours Francis Truly.
2. In about three weeks from now, Stan (from K.C.) will be meeting with Jean Marc (from France… whom I cannot help but want to call Jean-Luc… because, yes, I am a dork. tee-hee…ENGAGE!). Stan has made it known that at this meeting, one of the expected topics will be the potential offering of a monthly retainer for my services, and the bandying about of various monetary numbers to that end. In short, there’s a good chance the French movie studio will be paying me on a monthly basis, in order to have me at their disposal for all their design neeeds. Stan asked me yesterday how much I would need in order to quit my job and do my freelance work full time… and I almost choked on my own tongue at the very idea. Today I told him a number, and he said that we’d let them give us a number first, just in case the number they’re thinking is higher than the number I’m thinking. And if it’s not, then we can maybe negotiate up to the number I’m thinking. The number I’m thinking would be enough to allow me to live comfortably, pay off debts at a reasonable rate, and maintain the necessities of eating and whatnot. Numbers higher than that begin to toy with my sense of reality…
There’s a distinct possibility that the excited vibrating that now officially possesses my body may cause a noticable geological event sometime in the next 72 hours. I suggest you stock up on water and flashlight batteries just in case.
