Wednesday, January 7, 2009

random thoughts

Willie Here,

OK, I get paid to talk. Unfortunately, I get paid (not very much) to try to think of twenty different ways to say "Please don't send THIS guy to prison for too awfully long".

Honestly, my job lately is more one of convincing my clients that they are not going to get a better deal and that they should trust me than it is of convincing anyone else...

Yeah, Mr Pink comes from Reservoir Dogs, as in We are As Anonymous as our Boss wants us to be. Thanks for asking.

I once wrote Peterman a letter, trying to sell him some homemade pins- brooches- made from wooden moulding and marbelized. They were heavily influenced by the big 80's distressed architecture fad and he didn't bite. I don't even think the ladies at my church bazaar did...

I have never seen a full episode of Seinfeld. I don't see much TV period. I like most of Peterman's clothing offerings, though I have to say I can't stand collarless shirts and I don't have a lot of use for drawstring pants other than as pajamas. But I digress.

I frequently wonder what Peterman is up to with the Eye, but it probably doesn't cost much and I guess we are an advanced version of the Peanut Gallery or maybe the Romper Room Kids or even the Mouseketeers- you know, cute -n-quirky folks whose daily interaction is brought to you by the J Peterman Co... For a guy who doesn't care much for reality TV, I may be smack dab in the middle of its online edition.

Anyway, I am here and ready to go on this thing. I hope it merely enhances the Eye, if it affects the Eye at all. If we are going to produce some document, we may find our writing output has some limit. If so, my commitment is to this project in the first place- the Eye can manage quite well without me, I am sure.

As everyone remembers from Mission Impossible, we all have special skills. I am the guy with varied technical ( but NOT tech, as in computers) knowledge, some familiarity with a couple of obscure demographic groups ( rich WASPS, poor Blacks in the south, Southerners generally, middle aged white guys, gun nuts, etc) and also some verbal skills. I may or may not be able to hatch a plot, but I can add wings to anybody else's and am always available to pick things apart. All whilst posing as an idle gentleman, of course.

And speaking of, is everyone here familiar with Bertie Wooster, Lord Peter Wimsy and Albert Campion? All come from England. all come from books, but all can be seen on PBS or its imitators. I propose a fourth, The Hon. Charlie Mortdecai, who is too much of a slimeball to be called the Hero of some books by the late Kyril Bonfiglioli- some say he is a cross between 007 and Bertie Wooster. I think he bears a distinct resemblance to Edmund Blackadder, or more likely vice-versa. Anyway, DON'T POINT THAT THING AT ME, AFTER YOU WITH THE PISTOL, SOMETHING NASTY IN THE WOODSHED, all worth finding and reading.

And the ball leaves my hands to land with another...

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