25-Jul-2006

H-Berts called me into his office last night.  I've worked at places where this could be a very bad sign.  When H-Berts and/or G-Money call me in, however, I am usually required to a.) do a shot of high-end vodka that I could never afford were I to venture outside the confines of the office mini-fridge; b.)  belt out the lyrics to a past Brittney Spears hit (as was the case today, when a special request was made for "Lucky"); or c.) watch an episode of "Family Guy." 

But last night was different, because last night H-Berts told me he had read my "O.C." spec, and he was very impressed and wanted to go over it with me.  And go over it we did.  He took the time to tell me every single thing he thought was funny, page by page, and he only had two tiny notes.  "And once you finish those, we'll read your pilot next."  Um, score one for me, right guys?  I didn't expect them to want to read anything else, they're so busy.  But this is most definitely good news. 

I topped the evening off with my pal the New York Filmmaker.  He is a possible directorial candidate for my short, so he wanted to talk about the script.  I know it would be in good hands with him; I just need to get it to a place where it's ready to be shot.  But that's a few drafts away, I'm thinking...

Also, Oscar Nom is back in town.  Yay!!!