How I Know I've Arrived

Yesterday I got a press release from Troma Entertainment (the film company that gave the world such B-movie classics as The Toxic Avenger and Surf Nazis Must Die) about their new film, Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead. I let them know that I wouldn't be able to make the press screenings (since they are during the middle of the work day), but would love to get a screener. And this afternoon (that's 1 day later, folks) I get this envelope from Troma containing a a letter addressed "Dear Important Media Person" and a DVD featuring sing alongs for the songs from Poultrygeist (cleverly titled "Kara-Yolk-E"). Awesome. Except when I tried to share my excitement with my coworkers, I never got past the initial, "You guys know Troma, right?" Fortunately, my pal Ricky from 23/6 stopped by and was not only familiar with Troma, but interned there years ago. He told me about how they only send things out to the brightest and most worthy media members, and that by receiving this package it pretty much meant I was the shit. Actually, what he said was more along the lines of "Troma? I used to work for them. Those guys are dicks." Whatever.