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Monday, April 02, 2007

godammit!

First hurdle to overcome getting The Museum into production: apparently the biggest radio 4 comedy in years is called The Museum of Everything. Apparently it is nothing like The Museum, but still, the setting might be enough to fire a big smoking hole through my attempts to get produced. I am going to go ahead and write the rest of the series because I have some good ideas and this would be a really stupid reason not to get them down. I'm not giving up...

The same thing happened to me when I was 10 and I wrote a story about a dog that saves a family from being burgled then Nan Lane gave me a comic book with a storyline involving a dog saving a family from a fire and NO ONE believed I hadn't ripped the story off. :'-(

If only there were less people in the world things like this wouldn't happen. I'm proposing a new law were babies get their hands bound tightly at birth so they are unable to operate keyboards and therefor can't type up scripts. And their noses filed down flat so they can't use them either. And maybe they get injected with some sort of laryngococcyl bug to make them really bad at dictation. Things will be so, so different when I am in charge :-D

later.....

I've calmed down now anyway, better go and apologise to all the people I ranted at :)

On a more positive note, one of the baby fish survived. She has entered the difficult teen period now and is tearing around the tank, pulling splinters out of the log and hanging out with unsuitable tetras. One of the snails is achingly cool: I swear on my life, it was surfing around the tank on a piece of elodia leaf. It caught the current from the air filter, did a few loops and then gracefully sank to the bottom. It was the coolest thing I've ever seen in my sad, geeky life.

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