Monday, October 31, 2016

Hell in an Editor Cell

Office setting. The smell of Pine-Sol applied hours before to the wooden floors and furniture.  The smell of money amounting while hopes and dreams shine only to die.  Like stars and planets. I'm here to pitch a story. I'm here to be a punching bag, for a self-absorbed tyrannical happy day crusher. Enter my book editor.  (Hi Thomas! Smile for the reader.) 

Dear publishing firm I want you to pay for a book about me cooking Italian food in Hawaiʻi, New Jersey and Italy. I read an article about a native New Yorker cooking an Italian dish, passed on by her grandmother, to her recently transplanted Italian boyfriend.  Who happens to be a cook and he did not like the dish. If Italians find East Coast second generation Italian American cooking unacceptable, what would one think of middle of the pacific semi-homemade Italian cooking? I go to New Jersey become wise about Italian cooking only to travel to Italy to be knocked completely off my ass by someone's mean spirited grandmother. Basically I cook and someone older and wiser takes the piss off of my cooking.  But the setting is beautiful and I advance as an Italian speaker.

Editor - "Does it have a love story?" 
Me - "A love of carbs and olive oil."
Editor - "Hmmm."
Me - Sidenote - "Hmmm" means no. Not wanting to give up. I interject with, "Have we not learned anything from the blockbuster Frozen? We don't need a Duke or a frozen ice seller. We just need a snowman, a song and a belief in yourself.
Editor - "I've heard enough, no. Got any other stories?".  

*****
Currently working on three songs:
1. Concussion Cheerleader
2. Old People Ruined Halloween
3. luke walton (not capitalized)

Here is a snippet...
luke walton the sacrificial lamb
luke walton he has a plan
leading 'um to the promised land
with a banner in hand
but I'm a Celtics fan
luke walton that just can't happen
one team reigns in Hollywoodland
best win before you get canned
thrown out to be a talking head on the AM frequency band


*****
Live account of me checking my ff score -
1. I am optimistic about my team. Oh, no Jamie Colins has been traded. "Bye, Jamie".  
2. Bon Voyage, Papa.  Here we go. What was my password again?
3. Ok.
4. Hey, I'm up.
5. I'm up by 0.40. 
98.14 to 97.74. We both have two players yet to play this afternoon. Alshon Jeffrey -WR Chicago (projected 16.60 points) Last week he scored 6.30 points against Green Bay. My opponent has Cameron Meredith - WR Chicago (projected 9.60 points, though he is questionable to play. 
6. Good luck Mr. Jeffrey. May the Monday Night lights shine brightly on you.

Did I tell you the story of my three quarterbacks?