Noise in the Shape of Writing

It's 1:30 in the morning.

I just got back from a very late screening of the early frontrunner for the 2005 Oscar, Cinderella Man. My ticket was $9.50, which is almost as painful as the price of gas.

I am not paying for it, however. The tab is being picked up by the president of a design firm. After 4 interviews with the firm, they finally let me know that I am in the running to be the man -- the hombre -- the solo muchacho -- chico primo in charge of producing the artwork that will win Ron Howard another Academy Award.

For the next 8 months, I would be locked in a room with Universal's number one campaign designer. Geased witht the task of converting all her Oscar-garnering marketing plans into workable layouts. From August 2005 to March 2006, I would live, eat and breath NOTHING but Russell Crowe and Renee Zellwegger (the latter I can't complain about... the former, eh, tight abs and cute boy looks don't do much for me... oh, but back to the latter....wubba wibble wubb!).

So, can I stomach over half a year of Brian Grazer this Brian Grazer that? Akiva! Akiva! Akiva! Opie???

If it means taking off this darn suit and tie and an end to power lunches with ten-attorney UNOCAL defense teams, I think I can.