Everyone wants to know why Buffalo, NY was chosen over other cities. Is it because of our proximity to Niagara Falls? Or maybe due to our depressed economy (cheaper to film)? Or perhaps because we have some of the best pizza in the country, and everyone knows the Turtles love pizza?
I say no to all of the foregoing (well, ok, maybe pizza does factor in). The real reason the Turtles want to come here? They want to meet dear, old Cordelia’s Mom!
Granted, no one from the film company has as yet contacted me in that regard, but I know it’s only a matter of time. How could my name not have risen to the very top of the Turtles’ “must see” list? After all, I had turtles when I was young, and God knows, I had teenagers who made me old. I even know what a Ninja is!
I can picture it now: A stretch limo arrives at the chosen meeting place (not my house, I still wish to be anonymous, which is why I didn’t have the limo pick me up at my house, duh). The Turtles jump out and give little old me hugs. There’s a photo shoot (in which my oversized body is tastefully blocked by those large Turtles). A variety of pizza is served, along with everyone’s choice of beer and/or wine. I am given permission to not only write about the event, but to post a photograph to verify to my readers that said event did, in fact, take place (‘cause some of my readers refuse to believe anything I say, I can never understand why). Said event will result in thousands millions of Twitter tweets and Facebook shares. My blog followers will increase from 10 to 50,000. My pseudonym(s) (both of them) will become household word(s). (Yes, Not CM will be there, invited or not – she likes pizza, too, when she feels like slumming.)
So, come on Turtles, have your people contact my people asap! It will be a very special day for all of us.
And I will bring fresh-baked cookies – who can resist that?
Image by JD Hancock