Dropped the ball on this blog thing for a couple weeks it seems ("Seventeen days, to be exact," says the snooty voice of my blogging subconscious) - Whoops.
Well, imagine a flurried-hurried montage with fast-forwarding noises for a soundtrack, and the past few/several/many/lots of days that I haven't blogged about look something like this:
Fight with myspace. Fight with myspace. Hate myspace and profess love of facebook. Re-learn some html and CSS and fix myspace. Tolerate myspace again. Make random updates to social sites (EXCEPT the blog, mind you). Read over website copy. Read other marketing copy. Write copy for the SFF marketing department. Rewrite copy. REWRITE copy. Website training. Skip off to Cape Canaveral for a few days (just me, not the rest of SFF). Valentine's Day (a whole other crazy story). Staff meeting that doesn't last eight hours. Marketing copy. Copy. Copy copy copy.
So... What's new with the Festival, you ask fervently.
Tons!
And I still can't tell you about it just yet.
(I might just be being mean at this point. You'll never know.)
Instead, I will tell you one of my goals for this year's Festival. By which I mean to say, the goal my sister wants me to have. Which is: high-five William H. Macy. Which is a problem. Because Mr. W.H. Macy was a guest last year. So that means my goal for the 2009 Sarasota Film Festival is actually to build a time machine - which is a bit time consuming on top of all this proofing and copy-writing.* So we'll see how it goes.
Wendy
(*Secretly, I succeeded with the time machine goal - and I'm actually getting all the completed marketing copy and proofing from my future self.** I would turn it in sooner, except I usually talk to my future self for a few hours,*** trying to weasel information about the festival's success this year. Unfortunately, I'm much better at keeping secrets than weaseling out information.)
(**Don't tell Michele. She thinks I've been working hard!)
(***I can talk to my future self without disrupting the space-time continuum since I've had years of preparation - due to my aforementioned twin sister. I don't recommend anyone else take the risk - not without consulting Back to the Future, at any rate.)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Waving the White Flag of Retreat
The white flag of 'Staff Retreat', that is.
I have been in a staff meeting all day. And I mean that literally - well, very nearly quite literally... just about. Essentially. The SFF Staff Retreat (held very conveniently at the SFF Staff Office) was scheduled from 10am to 4pm today. A few people had to leave earlier in the day - but the rest of us soldiered on. And then some. I didn't get out until 6pm - and even then, the rest of my fellow SFF compatriots were still in the thick of it. (They said to me, 'Go, Wendy! Be free! Let us live vicariously through you!')
But it was a good meeting - plenty of interesting, useful things going on. (No, that's not code for "boring". It was just more of a 'sitting-in-chairs' kind of adventure, rather than the obvious moment-to-moment, day-to-day, thrilling-action-adventure that you might expect from the SFF.) We went over (very nearly quite literally) everything that would be happening or needed to happen from now through to the end of the festival.
You know what that means? I now know what EVERYONE is doing - and WHEN and HOW and WHY. Did they not realize they were giving a mere intern that kind of power? ("Knowledge is power!" Because the inspirational posters in my fifth grade classroom told me so!) The SFF secrets are mine! All mine! [insert diabolical laugh here] But I can't tell you all about it yet, dear readers... But not because "then I'd have to kill you!" or anything. No, more because they'd probably kill me - cement blocks on my feet, conveniently falling off a yacht into Sarasota Bay, that kind of thing. So the most diabolical thing I'll do... is blog about it some more! [insert slightly-less-diabolical laugh here] You know, when they tell me I can.
Until then.
Wendy
I have been in a staff meeting all day. And I mean that literally - well, very nearly quite literally... just about. Essentially. The SFF Staff Retreat (held very conveniently at the SFF Staff Office) was scheduled from 10am to 4pm today. A few people had to leave earlier in the day - but the rest of us soldiered on. And then some. I didn't get out until 6pm - and even then, the rest of my fellow SFF compatriots were still in the thick of it. (They said to me, 'Go, Wendy! Be free! Let us live vicariously through you!')
But it was a good meeting - plenty of interesting, useful things going on. (No, that's not code for "boring". It was just more of a 'sitting-in-chairs' kind of adventure, rather than the obvious moment-to-moment, day-to-day, thrilling-action-adventure that you might expect from the SFF.) We went over (very nearly quite literally) everything that would be happening or needed to happen from now through to the end of the festival.
You know what that means? I now know what EVERYONE is doing - and WHEN and HOW and WHY. Did they not realize they were giving a mere intern that kind of power? ("Knowledge is power!" Because the inspirational posters in my fifth grade classroom told me so!) The SFF secrets are mine! All mine! [insert diabolical laugh here] But I can't tell you all about it yet, dear readers... But not because "then I'd have to kill you!" or anything. No, more because they'd probably kill me - cement blocks on my feet, conveniently falling off a yacht into Sarasota Bay, that kind of thing. So the most diabolical thing I'll do... is blog about it some more! [insert slightly-less-diabolical laugh here] You know, when they tell me I can.
Until then.
Wendy
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