And so begins our fourth volume.
Although it doesn’t seem like it, we’ve been doing this for three full years now – without major incident. (Susan did report stereographer Bill Reeve as dead in one issue – which he understandably objected to – but that was straightened up without lawsuit or medical certificate. And I quoted the ABC’s Dione Gilmour a little too directly once, to which she observed: ‘At first I was going to kill you…’ But even that ended well.)
And so we begin the new volume as we have the previous three, with a ramp up to MIPCOM. The usual tribulations have ensued. Somehow in the next four weeks we go to press three times (but, we’re a monthly…) And in celebration of the upcoming market and excessive number of issues, our designer’s wife has decided that this is as good a time as any to give birth. Congratulations to the whole family. (Next time, try to celebrate the December holidays with egg nog like the rest of us.)
Needless to say, it’s bound to be an interesting year.
So, with little time to be had, and a dearth of probable topics, I turn to Shakespeare for his thoughts on the upcoming market. (Everything you ever needed to know is in Shakespeare…) As usual, he offered great insight:
What will you do in Cannes? Talk like the vulgar sort of market men that come to gather money for their corn. (Henry VI)
Right then. And the last night at the Martinez? He fell down in the marketplace, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless. (Julius Caesar)
And last-minute advice for the doc-makers? Sell when you can: you are not for all markets. (As You Like It)
True. But docs are more entertaining than mainstream entertainment. By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. (As You Like It)
And with that, I exit stage left, and wish you good fortune and the favor of the King.