The Greatest Crappity Exchange Ever

[matthew]

"I have to cold call development person at FX. I am not good at cold calls. I end up rambling on and on, much like my crappity posts. Sigh. Wish me luck!"

"Good Luck!!"

"Thanks. I no longer need it, as I can't find the phone number for that or The CW.

I'm neither a mover nor a shaker when my boss ain't around."

"Cleveland's CW affiliate is a mile up the street from me...also home of Ernest Angley."

"Can you just run over and find out who's in Development in LA and get their number for me? Thanks! Yer a pal!"

"So, like, I could give you their number."

"Dude? Totally."

"Is FX in your 'hood, too? Cuz I totally need their number ass swell."

"So do you have to picth it to development yourself?
...
I don't have the number for the REAL CW...just the Cleveland Network affiliate."

"I reckoned. I'm just being an ass.

I don't have to do a pitch, just set up a meeting with Joe CW and our producer client. So I guess basically I have to pitch them, so they can go in and pitch their projects.

I'm confusing myself a lot today.
...
If I had any phone numbers, i mean."

"Ah, a pre-pitch."

"Don't your bosses have a database of important phone numbers such as these? "

"Yep. But the boss is away and has his computer with him. He flies back today, though..."

"the other two bosses are also out of the office.

i wish i was a boss."

[regular tom]

it is almost a simulacrum of an actual conversation.

Baudrillard looks on, smiling.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

I feel like some of my best lines ended up on the cutting room floor.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

ACCORDING TO BAUDRILLARD,  what has happened in postmodern culture is that our society has become so reliant on models and maps that we have lost all contact with the real world that preceded the map.

I feel pretty much that same very thing.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

I'm talking about my feelings.

[Just Some Girl]

I'm talking about my feelings.

Take it to the Lamest Crappity Exchange Ever Isles.

[Just Some Girl]

and to Matthew:  

[Just Some Girl]

(not really)