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cthulhiaFirst of all, there's a really good (read: obsessive) LJ newsfeed about all things Clooney (including the columns Nick writes for his local daily paper).
So, yes, I know that Clooney is apparently going to produce Diamond Age, as a miniseries, for SciFi, which, considering their track record with miniseries, means it is DOOMED!
And there's NOTHING I can do about it. (Ok, I can harrass folks I know in the film industry as much as I am willing to, which amounts to an LJ comment or two.)
/me looks at her two (2) copies of (the remake of) Solaris, cringes a little, and returns to typing.
My ex roommate got me into Neal Stephenson, with, of all things, The Big U, back when it was rare. I've read most his books, and loved them for how much they remind me of my weird circles of friends, including the goofy beantown details.
/me looks at the mostly unread copy of The System of the World that has functioned as a doorstop for almost two years now, cringes a little, and returns to typing. Maybe I can use my current $Celebrity_Crush to motivate me to finish that tome. (Doubtful.)
But, you know, if you know of any way to get me in direct contact with Clooney, so I can be doting fangirl who nonetheless insists he stay true to the techgeek "soul" of the thing... The nearest (LA?) Burner Community might be sufficient, but... a good dose of Boston wouldn't hurt.
Although, I doubt he trusts his fans much lately. Apparently some fans have been sending him (live) pigs, to replace Max.
(WTF is wrong with people? And, how do those people get his address when I don't have it? I mean, aside from the fact that I haven't tried to find it, not even when I was in Hollywood this past September. I kinda suck at the whole stalker thing. I once claimed to "stalk" Jim Infantino, but he just gave me a spare key and told me where the catfood was.)
So, yes, I know that Clooney is apparently going to produce Diamond Age, as a miniseries, for SciFi, which, considering their track record with miniseries, means it is DOOMED!
And there's NOTHING I can do about it. (Ok, I can harrass folks I know in the film industry as much as I am willing to, which amounts to an LJ comment or two.)
/me looks at her two (2) copies of (the remake of) Solaris, cringes a little, and returns to typing.
My ex roommate got me into Neal Stephenson, with, of all things, The Big U, back when it was rare. I've read most his books, and loved them for how much they remind me of my weird circles of friends, including the goofy beantown details.
/me looks at the mostly unread copy of The System of the World that has functioned as a doorstop for almost two years now, cringes a little, and returns to typing. Maybe I can use my current $Celebrity_Crush to motivate me to finish that tome. (Doubtful.)
But, you know, if you know of any way to get me in direct contact with Clooney, so I can be doting fangirl who nonetheless insists he stay true to the techgeek "soul" of the thing... The nearest (LA?) Burner Community might be sufficient, but... a good dose of Boston wouldn't hurt.
Although, I doubt he trusts his fans much lately. Apparently some fans have been sending him (live) pigs, to replace Max.
(WTF is wrong with people? And, how do those people get his address when I don't have it? I mean, aside from the fact that I haven't tried to find it, not even when I was in Hollywood this past September. I kinda suck at the whole stalker thing. I once claimed to "stalk" Jim Infantino, but he just gave me a spare key and told me where the catfood was.)
