We just got power back on here at the Secret Mountain HQ. The two inches of rain last night blew out the entire grid for our area (does that strike anyone else as a bit hinky?).
Thank you everyone for your well-wishes on my birthday.
Feel free to send raw meat, sisters in law or nieces my way -- we neanderthals have to keep up our strength.
(cue knuckle-dragging caveman-like roar)
Ahem, well - Since we were plunged back into the prehistoric, I took out the stone knives and bearskins and hand-wrote a pitch I have scheduled for later this week. This is for a script assignment adapting a comic book. The pitch calls for my expertise in comics, horror and living in the South. If I tell you the title, you will understand why I'm perfect for this one.
I'll let you know if the producer shares my view.
If he doesn't, I'll feed him to Devil Dinosaur...(anyone remember that one?)
2 comments:
Moon Boy...
Not one of Kirby's shining moments.
Don't forget Kamandi.
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