It’s mouthbreather. I just know it’s mouthbreather.
He’s the President of American Movie Classics, and all the while he was saying those mean things, he was rubbing his hands with glee at the idea of the expression on Eve’s face when he sprung this invitation on her.
Uh-oh, Ike—if you’re right, I’ll probably get a message next week: “We took a look at your audition tape, and after doing Danny Thomas spit-takes, we all agreed that you are MUCH too old and ugly to be on TV. Sorry, grandma!”
Great news, Eve! I didn’t even know American Motors Corp. was planning a comeback! I had one of their cars when I was in high school - an AMC Hornet. That thing was a tank! A girlfriend drove it up a tree one day. Literally up a tree. The only thing touching the ground was the back bumper. A farmer with a tractor pulled it down, and I drove it away. American Motors, how cool! And y’know, if you can’t get any other work, hosting car commercials is probably ok.
I’m reminded of a story: The king went to his wise men and asked them for something that would make him happy when he was sad, and sad when he was happy. The wise men came back with a ring that was inscribed, “This too shall pass.”
The moral of this story is, no matter what’s happening, good or bad, you’ll have something different tomorrow. So, enjoy the present in the present, and don’t borrow worry from tomorrow.
Eve says (paraphrasing): I have a multitude of blessings raining on my head today! Then SingleDad says
Is that supposed to cheer her up?
Good luck Eve! Tell them that if they give the job to someone else there will be a crowd of irate dopers boycotting AMC, and they will have another Laura Schlessinger / Paramount fiasco on their hands.
Not to put a damper on it, but… If you get the job, will you still have time to hang out here? Or are you going to be busy with all your “new” friends?
am dispatching evil twin Chas. to take care of this so-called “Greg Brady” post-haste. While he is an evil twin, he’s not so evil as to wish the furtherance of the career of anyone associated with that particular nadir or culture to thrive.
Then he’s off to give a jolly good spanking to Marie Osmond.
Best of luck old topper. This is quite ripping, what?
Thanks, all! Don’t worry, ZenBeam—if I get the job, I will start the segment either by sweeping majestically onto the set like Loretta Young, or I’ll be “surprised” at my laptop: “Oh, hello, everyone! I was just chatting with my friends on the SDMB!”
I’m back to AMC today, to drop off some of my writing and a ludicrously flatting photo. And to remind them that I will, indeed, put out for this job.
Way to go, Eve! I just want you to know that when those AMC goons called me for your background check, they said you weren’t fit to sleep with pigs…but I defended you and told them you were.
Seriously, I hope you get it. You’re a lot more interesting than that geeky guy who introduces the movies now.
And ditch the pessimism. The best way to do that is to bury it in a container of Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk Ice Cream. You see, first you have to empty the container…
The best thing about the above method is that if the good thing happens, it’s a celebration, and if the bad one happens, it’s comfort. Perfect no-fail excuse!
“Sherlock Holmes once said that once you have eliminated the
impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be
the answer. I, however, do not like to eliminate the impossible.
The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it that the merely improbable lacks.”
– Douglas Adams’s Dirk Gently, Holistic Detective