My yawns are
getting bigger, my vocal chords can barely produce a
sound as nearly 7 straight hours of spreading the news
has rendered them useless. This is the 2nd time I've
had a day like this in my life - and it's a wonderful
feeling. As I mentioned in the last entry, this
feeling will soon be replaced by other emotions so
you're smart to just enjoy the moment as it will fade.
I have been, and it's already fading, as am I, but
what, a, day. I'll just come right out and say
it:
Weller/Grossman
Television Productions wants to be my production
company They have a great relationship with Comedy
Central and we're pitching to them in 2 weeks. Showing
them everything from Up & Adam to The Egos to
Let's Bomb Iran to Aunt Jemima. They basically want to
be behind me when Comedy Central discovers me, and
presumably signs me to a development deal. More than
anything though, they want to produce my content and
they have specific personal relationships with Comedy
Central and believe with the wealth of stuff I've
already packaged, we can sell it to them. Other than
handing me a check, there's no way this could have
gone any better.
Funny,
I wrote that without even thinking. Part 2 of
this meeting is in many respects even more fantastic
and I'll get to it at the end. So I take that back,
there's one way - that
NONE OF YOU WILL EVER BELIEVE
that it could've gone better, and it did. LOL. But,
back to Comedy Central.
Whew. Gary (the
Grossman of Weller/Grossman) knows the guys at Comedy
Central very well. They've wanted to work together,
but this production house does more non-fiction type
stuff with the only comedy being producing a couple
"bloopers" shows for NBC. They believe, I'm unique
enough - and with the stuff I did with CBS - have
enough to show them to make this work. We specifically
talked about how advantagous it is to not have to make
them use their imagination... this shit is already
done. Here we are
ON THE PRICE IS RIGHT, The Young
& The Restless... all slickly edited as if it were
made to be pitched. The work is done, and that will
help us quite a bit. To say I'm glad I killed myself
at CBS, while in a virtual vacuum as far as feedback
etc., is to say the least. Finally, it looks like the
hours and hardwork I put into those shows is paying
off.
The part of this
that really changes the playing field is that I go
into this, with a television production house backing
me. I've had friends before that pitched ideas to
networks etc., but it's always them trying to sell it
to that network to develop... by themselves. I've
never known anyone to have a production house of this
size (literally 1000s of tv shows under their belt)
backing them telling the network - WE are going to
produce this... are you interested? It's just a
completely different level. They get it. This is what
I've been waiting for... ever since Mr. Friedman was
fired. Another: "We get this, let's go make it
happen..." That day has arrived.
Now, depending on
where your happiness lies, this next part might be
bigger to you. Either way, it's literally the
definition of unbelieveable.
So as
I mentioned in the last entry - huge Beatles
connection with Deb. Well I told them about my
standing and not eating/drinking so I wouldn't lose my
spot for McCartney. In the middle, Deb says - "Wait,
don't say anymore I'm gonna go get my camera."
Confused, I turn to Robb and we talk about
something else. She comes back with a little flip
camera, and it's the exact one I have - only
white. She says, here - I'm gonna record this and send
it to Paul.
<I'm making the
face I made to her off to the side of the laptop I'm
typing on. It's one that literally says "I'm sorry, I
thought you said Paul like you were referring to Sir
Paul McCartney, but I'm sure that's not what you
meant>
Paul... like,
first-name-basis Paul. I believe I said: "Oh,
don't... don't tease me Deb" and she goes: "No, I'll
email him this tonight." And so of course, I pull out
my camera and record them recording me... and this is
what makes The Journey so fun. It's a video blog. :-)
Enjoy:
If your
computer can handle it (meaning it doesn't stutter
once it's loaded) click the "HD"
button...
For
"housekeeping" she took my phone number and email
after this.
Think about that
for a second. Uhm. Paul, the man who called her for
her birthday last year to sing to her... she's gonna
email him this video she took and then she just got my
information. Ya know.
<I'm now once
again looking off to the side of my laptop much in the
same way I was previously. Basically if I was
travelling back in time to, I don't know - Saturday
and I'm telling myself what just happened.
THAT Adam would look at me and go: "Oh fuck off
you lying bastard - no FUCKING way." So yeah, that's
how I look>
So yeah, needless
to say - my own pocket video cam and my cell phone
will not only be in my pockets at all times, I will
never be more than an inch away from them. Any call I
don't know will be recorded and answered on
speakerphone. And this will continue for probably the
rest of my life. The phone has now once again become
what I explained in the "Dream
Crack"
entry from
2006: this magical device that changes my life
instantly. And if I get a call from Paul
McCartney on it, it is going in a case, it's getting
engraved and will never be used again (I have a
back-up). Holy freaking christ.
So which news is
bigger? Answer? WHO GIVES A SHIT.
THEY BOTH HAPPENED TO ME TODAY.
AND TOMORROW
I PITCH TO ATOM FILMS! And then
pick up my dad! And then surprise him and take him to
Vegas to see The Beatles Love show. So to The Journey
Gods:
THANK YOU,
BUT AGAIN - as I said in 2006 when you
decided to throw CBS, Donna AND The Sopranos into like
one week (wow, looking back that's a bit more balanced
than I thought - LMFAO...ahahahahahahha) anyway -
thanks, but can you
PLEASE SPREAD SOME SHIT OUT
already? I go 18 months of utter pain and
destitude and then you just throw a week of
INSANITY at me? ?!!?
But that's your
way. I'm riding the train fellas. How on earth do I go
to sleep tonight?
Actually, I'm
unbelieveably tired. I'm probably gonna sleep far
better than I did last night... oh and speaking of
difficult days/nights - if I thought working in
that 9-5 cubicle was tough TODAY? Oh jesus. How 'bout
the next 2 weeks? Or the day of the Comedy Central
meeting? OMFG. Just... dear jesus.
