There is a film crew making a movie around the lake in our town.

I drove my mail jeep into the middle of a scene…and when I stopped to ask one of the crew if it meant that I was in the movie, he said that I needed to get a SAG card before they could let me show up on screen.

How do I get one of those?  I want to be in the movie, too!

Actually, in my head I’m the star of my own movie…all the time.  I can’t help it.  It’s just a subversively huge ego at work up in that grey matter.  Things roll better if I present a face of concern and humility…but like an angry co-worker once yelled at me, maybe it really is “ALL ABOUT MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

I don’t know if that crew member was just yanking my chain or not…but if I was in it, I know I’d go see it…just so I could nudge my children and say, “there I am…did you see Daddy?!!!”.  That’d be a cool moment.

Any break from the norm is fun…but to come around the corner into a world of glamour and sophistication (THE MOVIE BUSINESS!!! Tinseltown comes to the country!) is pretty darn cool.

What can I say?  The rube is impressed by the shiny lights.