Hey, it’s Rey. The Boss is scrambling to get things done on “Forever Poi”. Yeah, she’s still doing the final edit (time runs through that woman’s fingers like folks sprinting to a Black Friday sale).
Been a wee while since I’ve posted and I’ve been missing it. Who’d have guessed that Reynalda Fonne-Werde would ever admit she wanted to write?
If you’re keeping tabs on the daily Triple Threat Investigation Agency FB posts, you know the three of us have been busy with some small cases. They’re not as complicated or dangerous as the FP case (which seems to be going on and on and on—hint, hint, hint, Boss Lady, get it together), but they help us to keep honing P.I. skills and pay bills.
On a personal update front . . .
Linda’s thinking of entering a surfing contest. I think she’s crazy, given she’s only been doing it for a short while. Granted, she looks pretty amazing on a board, but anyone who can stand on one of those things for more than 30 seconds has my applause. She insists she’s up for the challenge; I say she’s up for a hospital stay.
JJ debated visiting her sometimes boyfriend, Cash/Richie J, for all of ten seconds. He sent her an e-ticket; she deleted it. End of story. For now.
I’m doing another commercial, this time as a singing cricket for Cracking Cricketty Crunchies. They come in four flavors—regular (yukko), ranch, BBQ, and honey-garlic—none of which I’ve tried. You couldn’t pay me to eat bugs, but Linda says they taste great and are nutritious—yeah, in a pig’s eye. I’m also heading to Cali for a few days to catch up with actor friends this coming week.
That’s it, that’s all. Didn’t feel like—hmm, what’s that word?—ah yeah, inundating you with editing or writing “snippets of advice”. I’ll leave that to The Boss.
Enjoyed shootin’ the breeze with you. Hope you did, too.
Aloha—e mālama pono.
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