Had someone told me how my day was going to progress this morning, I never would have believed them.I was at work this morning, minding my own business, when my friend Michelle calls. She's just gotten a call from a TV producer who wants Mystic Ghost to come on live TV, tonight. My wonderful boss lets me have the afternoon off so I can go to the shooting. At lunch, I check the voicemail on my cell phone, something I normally neglect. The same producer has left me a voice mail, not knowing I'm part of Mystic Ghost, wanting me to talk about tarot cards. He got my number from a security guard a restaurant where Mystic Ghost did an investigtion. So how did he hear about the tarot cards?Anyway, we drive to the studio, and realize that the station, QTN, is a G-L-B-T cable network. If you don't know what G-L-B-T is, you live under a rock. No, I don't know any gay ghosts. I'm not a lesbian either.So anyway, if you get QTN, I'm the girl in black on the red couch, talking to the host in purple lens-less glasses about ghosts, who can't manage to say the phrase -electro-magnetic- without mangling it.The whole experience was very, very cool, and they've asked us back for next month. What a weird day.
