Godspeed, Walshies!

Note: the following was not composed by either of the Walsh Brothers, but rather by their blogmaster, Brykman, an old and embittered Hebrew.

Gentlemen (if that is indeed your real name): you say that positive thinking never hurt anyone and yet look at me. Look at me!!! When first I crossed the Los Angeles border some ten years ago (by '88 Tercel, no A/C) I was filled with nothing but youthful joy and vigor! My optimism at first seemed justified: within a week I met with Don Rickle's 1st cousin to discuss my brilliant screenplay, Joel's Barmitzvah, after a chance encounter at an ATM. Two weeks later, a like encounter with Jackie Mason at Canter's Delicatessen (when I just happened to have a copy of my script with me!) had me believing the whole deal was kismet.

And then, not a month later, came another chance meeting. This time with Richard Dreyfuss at Micelli's (the Italian restaurant where everybody who works there sings even though no one wants them to). It's on Cahuenga. Check it out. The food's pretty good. I ran to my car and retrieved a copy of the aforementioned ground-breaking script. Everything was falling into place. Surely one of these Hollywood heavies would recognize my genius and demand to produce my movie!!

The coming days brought countless interviews with enormously wealthy and influential Hollywood producers. Option contracts were signed, the whole bit. And now look at me! Take one Goddamned good look at me! I'm writing Javascript and HyperText Markup Language! There is nothing funny about HyperText Markup Language!! No, gentlemen. In the coming days, be not fooled by gimmickry nor by promises of a swift and certain success. For you have indeed ventured into the Valley of the Demon, where nothing — and no one — is as it (or he/she) seems.

Unless of course it all seems like a bunch of crap to you. Then it pretty much is exactly as it seems.

Not to bring you down or anything. I'm sure you guys will do just fine.