A previous blog entry saw me use some baseball terminology to make a point about some of the challenges I was facing. Specifically: “but then there are the unexpected curveballs that come at you from people who really should know fucking better”.
curveball: a pitch thrown with a strong downward spin, causing the ball to drop suddenly and veer to the side as it approaches home plate.
North American informal: something which is unexpected, surprising, or disruptive.
In baseball, when a batter is on deck and is thrown a curveball, he must adjust to the pitch in order to hit the ball and put it in play.
In, let’s say film or television production, one could liken this to a drastic script or schedule change or, oh, say, an agent who, through sheer ineptitude, triggers the aforementioned.
Please note: The “curveball” is not to be mistaken for those pitches way outside the strike zone, balls, that end up being called strikes.
Awwww. It’s baby Jelly.
And baby Maximus.
Pictured above: Me consoling Suji who went into hiding after being freaked out by the vacuum cleaner.