Lately, Akemi, presumably too bothered to put in her contacts, has taken to wearing her glasses when she’s out and about – and, on sunny days, her sunglasses as well. That’s “as well” as in “in addition to” rather than “instead of”. As a result, I’ve taken to calling her Six Eyes.
Which brought me back to yesterday’s post – those childhood pics (keep ’em coming!) – and growing up in general. Today, I’m known as Joe, occasionally Joseph. Back in the day, I was known as Joey, the more juvenile variation of my name still used by my mother, some of my relatives, and certain readers of this blog. My cousins used to call me YoYo. Not because I was possessed of a resilient personality that would see me spring back up from the lowliest of depths, or my ability to regale them with astounding tricks, but simply owing to the fact that YoYo was a lot easier for a 3-5 year old to pronounce than Joey. As far as nicknames went, that was about it. I remained fairly nicknameless – until high school when my drama teacher dubbed me “The Spider”. Unlike YoYo or Joey, I quite liked The Spider and kind of wished it had stuck into adulthood. “How do you do. I’m The Spider. No, just call me Spider.” Can you imagine how many more people in the industry would have stood up and taken notice if they’d seen Executive Producer The Spider flash up onscreen?
An enormous opportunity missed. Instead, I’ll have to make do with Joseph Mallozzi and rely on my writing, rather than a cool name. Although, just between us, if one of these projects in development doesn’t get greenlit before year’s end, I’m going to give The Spider a go.
Hey, speaking of those “projects in development” – no word on Dark Matter or the urban fantasy pilot, but we’re close to deciding on a production partner for that rare non-genre series I wrote a pilot for a couple of months back. We have a hugely supportive broadcaster that loves the project and now, all we need to do is lock up a deal, write a bible (I really hate writing bibles) and episode #2 (which I’ve already more or less broken). And, after that…nope, not going to say it. Let’s simply hope for the best.