Today was press day for The Nines, which meant six solid hours of talking about the movie. And it was fine. I conducted all of my interviews sitting next to Melissa McCarthy, so it was a good excuse to exercise our pact of mutual appreciation.1
The event was held at The Four Seasons. While driving there on Burton Way, I passed a construction site, and muttered under my breath about when the fuckin’ Nines posters were going to get plastered on every available plywood surface.
And then I saw one. It was enough to make me start believing in that book The Secret.2
This picture is actually from St. Andrews at Hollywood Blvd. So there are at least two places in LA to see the wilding posters.
Near the end of the press junket, we held a roundtable in Second Life, which was actually held in the SL re-creation of my house.3
Lest anyone doubt that it was really me at the other end of the keyboard, here’s photographic proof. It was frustrating only because the questions came too quickly. I wanted to answer all of them, but by the time I’d finished one response, five more had gotten stacked up.
- Ryan and I have a similar covenant, but the world is pretty sick of it after the last publicity barrage. So we left him to fend for himself. And I slandered him, repeatedly. ↩
- That and a disbelief in the laws of science, logic or the fallacy of egocentrism. So, seeing the poster, plus those three things. ↩
- It’s on Metaversatility island, if you want to stop by. ↩