Yesterday as I dropped my manuscript off with FedEx, down to the wire, but deadline met nonetheless, I had 2 immediate thoughts: first – “Whoa, you’re a Red Hot Chili Pepper! (Flea was jogging past. We exchanged an odd, sustained look at one another. I don’t know what was going on in his head, but having been writing a bug-laden story all weekend, I was reminded of a moment in Close Encounters of the Third Kind when Richard Dreyfuss looked at a pile of mashed potatoes on his plate and declared, “This means something.” Clearly I, too, was delirious, but I digress.) The second thought was, I must call Stephanie at once! Read the rest of this entry »
Return of Friends of trippin’ – Meet the Minds Behind Mental Slapstick!Posted in Diary of a Directrix, Friends of trippin'
September 14th, 2010 by Devi Snively (The Directrix)