2-Feb-2006

Yesterday, I had one of those very Hollywood, not-so-mover-and-shakerish moments.  I was making my rounds to several different departments, chatting people up, introducing myself, and delivering invitations for G-Money's birthday bash (which I, sadly, will be missing due to my Old Kentucky Home visit).  I came round to the music department, where I got to meet one of my favorite assistants.  We chat on the phone all the time, but I'd never met her in person.  Now, Music Assistant's favorite thing is to pass out DVD collections like Tivo's going out of style, so it was no surprise that I left our five minute conversation with Season One of "Roswell."  Fast forward ten minutes, when I've ambled over to set and am waiting for the flashing red light that means we're rolling and anyone who walks in will be fired to go off.  And who do I find standing next to me?  The creator of "Roswell," who happens to write for our show now.  So I show him the DVD.  "Free," I mouth.  And he shakes his head at the loss of royalties.  Next to us, some random guy whispers, "Is that show any good?"  And the Creator turns to him with, "It has its moments."  Then he winks at me.  Ah, inside jokes.  Do they ever get old?