Where I Get It From
On the Monday after the Academy Awards I get an email from Zip.Ca, the DVD rental by mail service I subscribe to, informing me that I’m the grand prize winner of their Pick the Winners contest. Going 6 for 6 for Oscar predictions in the major categories has not only won me the awe and admiration of Livejournal readers everywhere. It’s also netted me the astounding prize of a big-ticket home theater system. Of 3000 entrants, only 30 got all 6 top categories right, and then my name was drawn for the grand prize.
What can I say? Scorsese’s pain is Robin’s gain.
My immediate reaction? Well, I think, it seems to be on the up-and-up, but it really is quite astonishing. I’ll have to revise my self-perception as someone who never wins anything.
But on the other hand... I’m a professional writer. In my world, nothing’s real till the check clears. So when I tell Valerie, I’m like, “Of course, it could all be some crazy hoax.”
Next day I get a call from Zip.Ca confirming the win and talking delivery arrangements. Further evidence that it is, in fact, real.
Next night after that, I call my Dad and Grandma to chat, and to pass along the news.
My Grandma asks, “Do you think it’s real?”
Valerie’s coming down the hall at this point and overhears me explaining to Grandma: “Well, it certainly seems real.”
The conversation ends and I return to the living room.
Valerie gives me the once-over. “So that’s where you get it from,” she says.