Christ almighty, traveling back and forth to Baltimore on the MARC these last two days (why have a 615 train if it never even shows up till 630?) I thought i’d reached the limit to how much suffering mass transit could heap on me. But no, someone had to leave a copy of the USA Today on the seat I plopped myself down on. Which is how I came to read about how HBO, amongst their other greenlit projects, is going forward with a half hour series based on Cutler’s Washingtonienne novel.
Now, in fairness, I think this makes a lot more sense than creating alternate media based on books like the DaVinci Code, which some people have actually read – this way there’s something new on the screen for people. But how much mileage can you get out of a low-wage worker slacking her way through the day, screwing people indiscriminately, sometimes taking money for it, and failing to live up to one of the most basic tenets of being a whore by not talking about it?
photo Amplified Pain by by besto-Baker
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
the more interesting start to your story would have been the printed arrival time at destination and the actual arrival time.
Zing, Radman!
I’m worried the Washingtonienne show will run into some of Metro’s famously-strict filming rules.
Perhaps, but since I’m still on the train and in transit that would be a challenge :) You’re mostly right though – for the most part it’s more important when you get there versus when you depart EXCEPT that in this case I was rushing to make it over to the Camden MARC train, and the 615 is the last one.
If I missed it I’d have to take the light rail to Penn station and grab the train that leaves after 7. So I grabbed a cab for a trip just a little over a mile that I’d have preferred to walk.
But let’s be honest – I was mostly trying to hold onto my butch newspaper cred and excuse the fact that I’d been reading the McPaper’s style section.
7:38 and pulling in now. Should have arrived at 7:22. Never say we don’t give you what you ask for here at WLDC.
I wonder if HBO will throw down her money quote:
“I am done with W, for real this time. A man who tries to fuck you in the ass when you are sober does not love you. He should at least take you out for a few drinks to spare you the pain. Now I know that W does not care about me, only my asshole.”
http://kellyanncollins.com/jessica_cutler_blog.htm