Love-40

Kaitlin told me that she had an idea for a sitcom, in fact, she said she'd had the idea since she was just a young sprout (PS you gotta be seriously funny to reference your own jokes). There would be a girl who had a remote control that she could use to control the world around her, and it was to be cleverly named "Remotely in Control."

Sound familiar? It seems Kaitlin didn't act fast enough and the big studios in colaberation with funnyman Adam Sandler jumped on the permis with the feel good "Click"

This is all just backstory as to why I (and now I hope all of you) can't help but crack up whenever an ad for Click comes on; common, imagining Kaitlin's frustration everytime she watches the same ad is pretty funny.

On the subject of entertainment, I've begun season three of 24, probably to the shagrin of the other faithfulls, but ever since starting it my life has gotten quite, quite more exciting. honestly though, it's really nothing without the rest of you (awwwww).

So the other interns are moving in at the end of the week, and man, if they arn't heavy drinkers already, they're will be; my party withdrawl is substantial. The girl Tiffany sounds nice, she's into tanning and Anna Karina, which is a weird combination. The guy, Marty, sounds like kind of a tweaker, but hell be a nice change from the frat boy intern Satchele (there are 5 of us, in fact, we're just about 1:1 with the full time employees, or PrEditors (production/editors), cool name, huh?)) .

To those of you who say the promotional DVD of Plum Vail, we thought the Morning Noon and Night Show host looked like a weiner. Well, I've got to tell you that couldn't be further from the truth. He's a huge pimp who just controls it very well on camera. He busted in here with oakleys and a big dog (I'm no good with breeds) the other day and he was unmistakably a player; we can smell our own.

A quick update as to work: I made the intro for the MNN Show, shot the Teva Mountain Games Mountain Biking, Boulding, and Trick kayak finals, and concert footage for the band ALO, I put together a mountain tips episode of a show Off the Beaten Path, and hosted and edited my own segment on a festival called Blues Brews and Barbeques (sorry, but much cooler than New London's boats books and brushes). Go work! To social life, though...

And a story to finish off. The other day I was looking for the movie theater, and I ran into a normal looking constuction worker walking the opposite way. I asked him if he knew where the theater was and immediately regretted doing so. His answer was in the thickest, garbled Mexican-who-really-can't-pull-off-speaking-Enlgish accent I've ever heard. Oddly enough, he was positive that he knew the answer to my question and insisted by way of gestures that I wanted to go the direction he was heading. Thinking that maybe he knew what he was talking about and I was just being silly, I began to walk in the direction he pointed in. While normaly I could have just turned around when out of his sight, the direction he pointed me in was, as I mentioned, the same direction he was heading, so we began walking side by side, inches apart physically, miles linguistically.

A friendly, chap, he decided to break the akward silence by asking me a question. I stared at him dumbly because to me it came out as goobldygook. After three "Excuse me?"s, I gave him the only answer I could: "yeah." His response was to laugh heartily; like a dog rewarded for doing a trick it doesn't understand, I felt accomplished for performing admirably, but my elation dropped when I realized we were blatently walking into a construction site, with no semblance whatsoever to the cinematic delight of M:i:III my heart so yearned for.

Well, enough with the prose, my bus is leaving in a half an hour and it takes that long to get to the station. Eventually I just very akwardly said "I'm pretty sure I want to be going the other way" and spun around before he could give me any garbled answer.