I love watching folks at Real Screen. It's a dance of the peacocks and the temporarily crazy.
I ran into a friend who's an Exec at Discovery (the big channel) and he had just been accosted by an attendee swaddled in a foot cast.
Metaphors surround us.
She had clearly invaded his personal space and my friend, who is a gentleman and national Emmy nominee, felt like he had just been slimed ala Ghostbusters.
I'll freely admit that Real Screen can have a strange effect on you. Maybe it's all the pheromones tinged with hope and desperation floating around in the air but still...
No wonder all the cable execs walk around with their badges turned around.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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