Wherein swag is had by all and I give notes on a network television script.
Hold your arms out in front of you and make a circle. Look down to about your waist.
You are looking at the approximate volume of the Skittle duffel bag that just came through the office in the arms of a man named Freddie. The writers were very excited. He was handing out packets to everyone at a desk, and I stopped him to ask what had brought on the sugar shack.
"Nothing, really. Skittles is hoping this will brighten your day." He left me with a bag and sauntered out.
I am suspicious. What if these Skittles are a bribe, sent by the network in order to prevent Dana from airing the upcoming episode where Tommy, Ben's black best friend/sidekick, explores race relations and self-distances from his black identity in order to fit in better with white friends? Or the one where little Maddie gets hold of a Judy Blume book and questions the nature of sexuality? Disastrous.
Okay, so maybe not from the network.
But there must be some nefarious force at work for so many Skittles to have been amassed for no transparently visible reason. I blame the patriarchy.
They are tasty though.
Notes from a red tongue.
Yesterday, Dana gave me the preliminary script for the second episode - which she wrote - and asked me to give notes. My head exploded. I cannot give notes to this woman. She is an insanely successful screenwriter and I am a ex-college student who missed the last two sessions of my Professional Development class.
Obviously.
I ended up pretending I was writing the notes for an alternate universe version of Dana whom I would never have to see again once she read them. It worked fairly well, except that when I handed over the script this morning, she did not - upon touching it - shimmer away into another dimension as I had hoped she would. Life is full of disappointment.
I have had too many Skittles.
Cheers
Julia
YAY!!! YAY YAY YAY!!!!! Brilliant way to handle this situation. Remember, I knew Dana when she was 9, and fell asleep on Alta Bobe's mink coat at the school house. She is all you say, granted, and, also, she is Dannee, family for a long time. AND -- she did NOT have to ask you for comments, AND -- she can look at them and pick and choose to agree or not, AND -- you have a trump card -- you are younger than she, which, in TV land, is usually to be desired. GO GIRL!!
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