Howdy Doody

Hey folks and folkettes,

Sorry my blogging has been "spotty" of late, but I'm working on two big stories. One is about why Bakersfield is alway slow to get those award winning independent film releases (Or how when we do get them they end up at UA East Hills or, in the case of "House of Flying Daggers" is here for like, five minutes, then is gone.)

The other is on local ratings for radio stations. Got some fun stuff there, but that story's a beast because we haven't done much reporting on Arbitron ratings in the past so I'm doing this whole deal from scratch.

Needless to say, I've been swamped! But I haven't forgotten about you.

In random Danielle news I just had my apartment bombed for cockroaches. Even though I live in a very nice apartment complex we had one very bad tennant a long time ago who thought it was a good idea to store garbage in her unit. Then when she moved out she kindly left all that garbage and the roaches who festered in it there. So the owners of the building bug bombed that apartment, but, gosh durn it, those suckers just moved on to everyone else's apartments and have been doing so for well over a year now.

Well, tired of living in a create feature with attack of the killer cockroaches going on all the time, they've taken drastic measures to erradicating the bug that could survive a nuclear holocaust. I don't know how fortunate we'll be in this endevour, but the owners promise to not stop their bombing campaign until the enemy is vanquished.

That said, I'm writing what will be my seventh screenplay in four months. I can't help it. Can't ... stop ... writing!