A/N: This is my own therapy for enduring three (count them) three, horrible seasons of Logan Huntzburger. If other people enjoy I will probably continue to update sporadically. Otherwise, I might anyway, but who knows. It's not supposed to be taken in anyway serious. It's a caricature of Logan, if that's not obvious.
Just a note for the spelling - Just because it's not spelt the American way, does not mean it's incorrect.
Honest Capable Working Man in Connecticut
"And, I've just got to do my tie and then I'm all ready for my meeting. Record timing." Logan smiled to the camera, "see everybody, a party boy can become a responsible working man. See you later America." He saluted and bowed slightly before reaching to turn off the camera.
"Another day, another diary entry?" Rory commented.
"Gotta keep my public informed."
"Oh, right. America."
"I told you Ace. This stuff is television gold. How many shows offer you a daily look at the life of an honest and capable working man?"
"Just as long as you don't shoot me with that thing." Rory glanced up at Logan wearily.
Logan sighed and sat down on the tightly tucked bed, "Rory, if I've told you once, you know, you're a part of my life remember? Now, how can I be true to the portrayal of the honest, capable working man from Connecticut, if I don't include his long term, loving girlfriend."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll manage, Logan."
"Rory. It's an essential part of the idea. Look." He leaned backwards and grinned, his right hand stretched out to open the bedside drawer, he fell towards the edge of the bed, his left arm made a flapping movement to balance, he widened his grin and gave a wink to compensate, before he pulled out a notebook and shoved it in the air triumphantly, "see..." he struggled to regain his balance, "see...see, it's in my notebook, Rory." He opened it up to page and stuck it out to her, "See?"
Rory checked her watch instead, "I've got to go, Logan. I'll talk to you about this later."
"No, but wait, Rory, c'mon, Ace. This is important to me. Rory, Rory... I'll...okay...I'll talk to you about it later." He conceded to the empty room.
"I told you Mom, it's a real idea, this time." Rory emphasised.
"Not like that Fairy Holder?" Lorelai squinted.
"Mom, he had a market, for that. It just turned out that the product itself wasn't viable."
"So what is it this time? An electronic Abacus?"
"No. It's a television programme."
"Wow. What kind of programme, a sitcom? Drama? Comedy? Dramedy? Reality?"
"Reality. He's going to shoot and edit it himself and sell it to a network."
"All by himself."
"Yes," Rory affirmed, "he even got an editing program on his computer for it. He says the networks will eat it up. There will probably be a bidding war."
"Editing program, bidding war? Fancy. And what's the show about?"
"Well, Logan, naturally."
"Naturally... And?"
"And?"
"What's the edge? Where's the selling point? What's gonna make this networks chose this over some guy teaching his schnauser to make sausages?"
"It's about Logan, he's making diary entries and documenting his life as an honest capable working man in Connecticit."
"Okay, but he's not actually working."
"Yes, he is. He's working on the show."
"Yes, but how can he shoot a show about him working, if the working that he does is on the show itself? Extensive use of mirrors?"
"Logan's got it all sorted out, Mom. Don't worry."
"What's it called, then? This soon-to-be-award-winning show of his?"
"Honest, Capable Working Man In Connecticut."
