Reel Suite - June 10, 2008

As a result, I was forced to appear at a court hearing yesterday, during which I was issued a restraining order.  I cannot come within 100 feet of Ms. Death or any Roller Derby in the continental United States or Puerto Rico.  My sincere apologies go out to Ms. Death and her teammates, family, friends and cats.  But as you all know, I do NOT allow bumps in the road to slow me down, so let's hit the ground full throttle!
 
This week, I've had many conversations with my peers about the paucity of new television programs scheduled for the fall.  All the major networks, including Manka's own MBS, announced fewer new shows at the New York Upfronts than ever before. 

Today, I had lunch with Melissa Davenport from the MBS-TV scheduling division to get her views on the current trend, its causes, its effects, and to find out how many advertising dollars Manka Bros. may have in its pocket come November sweeps.  I took Melissa to the executive commissary, because it's quieter there and they play gentle piano music.  I ordered salmon for her, chicken fettucine for me, and a $75 bottle of Cabernet.  Since she's a vegan, she only ate the rice and veggies, but as she told me about MBS's plans for low-cost, high yield reality and game show programming, I couldn't help but notice the sparkle in her eye, the way her cheek bones seemed to raise to the heavens with each smile, and this Cybil Shepard glow that suddenly appeared to enshroud her. 

After a while, I couldn't hear what she was saying, just the lilting sounds of the piano muzak.  At some point, she gently pushed her auburn hair behind one ear, revealing the seductive curve of her neck and her tastefully alluring earring.  The smell of her aromatic perfume transported me.  I felt we had a real connection.  She touched my hand once and my heart skipped a beat.  After my three Visa cards were declined and she picked up the tab, I walked her to the door and we shook hands.  I held her hand for what seemed like several minutes, stroking her delicate fingers, gazing into her magnetic eyes.  It wasn't until after security had me escorted away that I realized perhaps I had crossed a line.