corral those virgins
It is snowing in Seattle. Great big fluffy flakes started, very soft and blowy, coming down on Second Avenue which is two blocks from the ocean so we are talking snow at sea level wow. There is a pack of seagulls that flies around one building a block down across the street (I do not know what people do in that building but seagulls sure like it) and the snow took those seagulls by surprise I think. One of them sure looks surprised anyway. I have never seen a seagull in snow before so it is funny to me. I ran around the condo opening all the blinds extra wide to watch snow and then I opened Word to write "Thoughts" and Word is such a memory hog it crashed the computer right off so I had to restart and like most of my work since I got "New and Improved Word" this thought is brought to you by Simple Text. When I got the computer back on track I looked out again and it looked like the snow was stopping which made me more bitter about Word but then it started again harder and smaller flakes that toss backwards in the air and then swirl down. They are thinking about becoming hail I think but I am hoping they stay snow and stick --
I love snow. It was my favorite thing about Utah. The snow.
The orange Persian cat across the street is in the window to watch snow too and his partner the (huge!) orange Tabby wondering what the Persian is so curious about has hopped into the window to watch with him. In the window next to theirs a black and white cat is sitting very still. He does not even move his head to follow the flakes like the two orange cats do and he is partway blocked from me by a tree limb so I wonder if he is even a cat at all or just something cat-shaped fooling me. My cat Jones impervious to all this is lying stretched out on carpet almost snoring and I wonder if I should put him in the window to see snow too. And a woman across the street is stuffing a tiny kid into a jacket and gloves at the window and I think she is going to take the little kid out to feel snow. When I was very tiny my parents would go to mountains in Southern Calfornia to see snow. It does not snow much in Los Angeles where I was born but it snows a lot in the Sierra Nevadas and they are right there you just do not see them much because they hide behind smog.
And I am happy.
Snow makes me like that. Happy.
And I am thinking lots of things. But I have to pick one. So today's thought is --
CORRAL THOSE VIRGINS:
So I am watching XENA the other day and Xena is fighting bad guys and spinning through air and Gabrielle is whacking bad soldiers with a big stick (I should try that with a broom it looks real effective) and all these virgins at a goddess's temple in flitty white gowns have been struck by Cupid's arrows or something and are insane with desire running amok and this bad guy in really fun exciting armor on a horse in really fun exciting horse armor yells "Corral Those Virgins!" --
And I fall over.
"Corral Those Virgins"? Holy cats! Where else do you hear dialogue like that?! Where else do you get to write dialogue like that?!
Nowhere else! Only on XENA. And maybe HERCULES. "Corral Those Virgins!" Yay!
So I figure XENA and HERCULES have got to be the funnest shows on American television and I should pack dogs right now and go camp on the show runner's step and demand he or she hire me right away to work on XENA because can you imagine the story sessions? A bunch of writers around a table yelling "I've got it! Corral Those Virgins!"?
That slays me.
And they get paid!
THAT -- is why screenwriting is the greatest job in America. You get paid to say things like "Corral Those Virgins!" (I so love my job.)
Okay I have to call my manager now to tell him it is snowiing in Seattle and ask what it is like working on a TV show. I have only done features but if you get to yell "corral those virgins!" TV is worth investigating I might even live in L.A. again for that. Be good and get good presents and I will see you in 2001.
Love and Kisses,
Your Slayed Adams Girl
PS: No one have hurt feelings, I just did not do cards this year. It has been a put out fires month but I am thinking of you.
PPS: I woke up Jones and put him in the window and he watched snow to be polite but I can tell he thinks I am frivolous about weather:
Me: Jones look snow!
Jones: Why don't the dogs have to watch the snow?
Me: They do not fit on the ledge. Look it's beautiful!
Jones: Are the next two words Fancy Feast?
Me: Um. No.
Jones: You are in so much trouble.
