Success! Finally! After what felt like two grueling months (No, check that. It WAS two grueling months), the script is done. Almost. Actually, not even almost. I have a first draft. Fifty-five glorious pages that, when printed up, feel nice and heavy and, upon first glance, resemble a real honest-to-goodness Atlantis script. All that’s left to do now is read it over a couple of dozen times, agonize over the plot, dialogue, and description, make the necessary changes, read it one final time just to be sure, get notes from the other writers, make the necessary changes, get notes from the network, make the necessary changes, incorporate any notes the actors may have and then – done, done and done. Sort of but not really, because then prep week begins with all of its meetings and discussions and, yes, changes. However, once prep week is over it’s finally out of my hands – for about a day. And that‘s when the dailies start coming in, followed by the various cuts, more network notes, and the mixes. Of course, along the way, I’ll also be writing three more scripts.
But let’s not dwell. Instead, let’s celebrate this soon-to-be short-lived victory like they used to do in olden times: over rum cake and Yoo-hoo.
By the way, my friend Sue was kind enough to inform me that today is Hat Day. It may seem silly to some, but when you think about it, wearing a hat is one of the things that separates us from the animals (except on National Dress Up Your Pet Day which was, incidentally, yesterday). So make the most of it because celebrations like these don’t come around every day – tomorrow, of course, being the exception as we celebrate Hot and Spicy Food International Day.
Fondy and I are working our way through the second season of Boston Legal and are really enjoying the series. But one thing I found quite bizarre was the disappearance of one of the cast members. She’s in the show’s opening credits but only appeared in a handful of episodes before vanishing completely. Strange. She was a likable enough character. I wondered who was to blame for her disappearance. Was it the producers? The network? The studio? The actress herself? Was it a variety of factors? Some of the above? All of the above? Or maybe none of the above? Well, there was one thing I knew for sure, and that was that I knew nothing for sure. I considered joining some online fan forum and joining the chorus blaming the producers for her sudden disappearance, that episode with the singing, and my dog’s eye condition – but ultimately decided against it because I realized it would only make me sound like a shrill and ill-informed lemming. Still, it was tempting. There’s something strangely comforting and delusively empowering about chiming in with an anonymous mob, albeit one that lacks any true insight into the reality of a situation.
Sadly, nothing to report food-wise today since Fondy was feeling under the weather and I was working on the script. Still, I did snap a pic of Fondy’s dinner (in the colorful packaging). And, feeling reminiscent of happier meals, I’ve also included a pic of the crab dinner Fondy made the other evening.
Let’s see what’s in the mailbag:
Anonymous writes: “ After having talked with Richard Dean Anderson at Avalon a couple of months ago, I was under the impression that he was indeed interested in appearing in the SG-1 movies, or even guesting if SG-1 were to somehow continue to a season 11. Going by his answers, it seems that he was waiting simply to be approached by you guys.”
Answer: I’ll let the Brad and Robert’s recent interviews on the SG-1 movies speak on this one. But again, suffice it to say, (Us: “Hey, come do the show.”) + (Him: “Okay”) doesn’t necessarily = (Him in the show). Ah, if only it were that simple.
Tokiya 2 writes: “Ya forgot ta mention wot woz in thu jar Joe!”
Answer: I don’t know because I’ve yet to unseal it. I’m working my way through the cakes and cookies first and will get to the jar by this weekend at which point I will file a report.
RebeccaH writes: “The term “make due” is actually “make do”. Don’t worry. I see it all over the web, along with some other incorrect phrases. It sets my teeth on edge and I’m forced to correct it. Call me Schoolmarm if you must.”
Answer: Schoolmarm it is. Good catch tho. In the fewture, I encoorage all fanz to right me if they notice misteaks in my blog.