I didn't post much last week due to being overwhelmed in responses for my plastic tiger give away. It was a tough fight between the three of you who practically got declawed scratching for it, but the winner is....
LIV! May the tiger go from consumerism to yoga-ism! She's going to drill holes in the top and burn sage. Or pot. Whatever relaxes people in those crazy stretch classes she teaches. Jet on over to her site in a few days as she promises to have a give-away of her own. The beautiful Liv will not disappoint, I'm sure.
And speaking of contests, I have some good news of my own. I'm a finalist in the Broad Humor Film Festival. It's a competition for women who write funny or direct funny. I sent in my script and actually heard back. What I will win, I don't know. Some good karma? Works for me.
Last year's festival was in Paris. This year's festival is in Venice.
As in Venice, California. (This location suits me just fine. The last time I went over seas I spent three days in a London hotel room pondering, "Holy crap, I am so far from home! Where are the McDonald's play areas? Why doesn't my "let's talk to strangers" technique work on those uniformed guys at the castle? I'm soooo confused.)
I'm off to thrift. Then get Pipsqueak. Then write while she naps. Then get Stink. Then complain about how I over extend myself even though, like the downfall of the Federline's, I can see it happening well in advance of actually, um, happening.
Congrats, Liv! Email me seperately so I can send you your new pet.