…hits the nail right on the head with this one.
April 2009
The movie deal (now with picture!)
So a friend of mine took a degree in film, and has made some short films. The other day he said, “Hey, I’d love to do a short film based on Resurrection Radio. How much would you want for film rights?”
I said, “Let me think on it.”
Today I gave him a figure, and he agreed.
And yes, he’s got a deal with Stephen King, and yes, I’m making more than King — by a considerable margin — but no, it’s not going to pay off the mortgage.
(Hint: The deal he’s got with King is on a dollar baby story.)
It’s not so much what she’s saying, it’s how she’s saying it
So I’m walking over to the machine room to reboot a server, since there’s a crisis going on (people can’t log in to a website). There’s a couple sitting on the bench by the windows — cute girl, guy wearing one of those toques with strings*. They’re having a chat, turned to more or less face one another**.
As I pass, I hear her side of the conversation: “I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
It goes from an “awwwww” moment to an awkward one in just a millisecond. I keep walking, because I’m not sure I want to hear his response.
I leave the machine room after the server’s rebooted, and they’re already gone.
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*That’s pretty much all I noticed about him.
** As much as you can, sitting side-by-side on a wooden bench.