I was on my way back to my office when my cell phone rang. I snapped it up, “Hello?” “Hi, this is Rachel from Dr. Hartloper’s office,”said Rachel from Dr. Hartloper’s office. “Are you on your way in?” Awwww shiiiii- I checked my watch. 10:10 a.m. “What time is my appointment?”I asked, wondering if I just might be able to make it (if I drove really fast). “Ten a.m.,”she informed me. (or used that time traveling puddle jumper). “I won’t be making it,”I sheepishly admitted, feeling very much like a toddler who had disappointed his mother.
It had completely slipped my mind. Really. Okay, I’ll readily admit that visiting the dentist isn’t high on my list of “fun ways to spend a morning” (falling somewhere in between playing Parcheesi and eating at a vegetarian restaurant), but my problem isn’t really with the whole dentist experience per se. Not really. My irrational fear stems from those damn stairs I’d have to climb every time I would visit my childhood dentist. Three flights of enormous steps with huge, yawning slatted openings just perfect for claiming misstepping acrophobic six year olds. The appointment itself was never that bad. Far from ideal, but not terrible. My parents would schedule my sister and I back to back so that we would sit together in the waiting room, cooling our heels until the receptionist would poke her head in and ask: “Who’s first?”, precipitating a quick draw response from the both of us: “HIM!”/”HER!” On one occasion, my sister was faster and I ended up heading in for the unenviable first slot, vowing revenge. The opportunity presented itself during the “fluoride treatment”, a procedure that involves biting down on twin trays lined with what can best be described as cloyingly sweet, headache-inducing goop. “You’re in luck,”my dentist assured me on this occasion. “We have a new flavor: Chocolate!” Not bad, I thought. That is until I bit down and, seconds later, ended up dry-heaving into the spit sink. As I struggled to keep my breakfast from rising to the occasion, I was struck with a wicked thought. I had a fairly strong stomach yet was unable to endure the slightest hint of this chocolate-laced toxin. So I wondered how my far more sensitive sister would fair? Well, there was only one way to find out. Once I stepped back out into the waiting room, my worried sister was quick to ask: “How was it?” “Not bad,”I replied. “But when it comes time for the fluoride treatment, try the chocolate. It’s really good.” She headed inside and I sat back down, leafing through a copy of OWL Magazine until, approximately five minutes later, I was rewarded with the sound of my little sister retching her guts out. In retrospect, however, it was not a happy ending for me. Assuming my sister’s “adverse reaction” to be a hyper-sensitivity to saccharine goop, our dentist discontinued the practice of having her endure our annual fluoride treatments. I, on the other hand, was not so fortunate. Karma’s a bitch.
In any case, my deep-seeded fear of visiting the dentist had nothing to do with today’s missed appointment and one apology and cancellation fee later, I had rescheduled for 10:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. Somebody, please remind me.
Spent the day re-reading my rewrite of This Mortal Coil to the point where I want nothing more to do with it. And that’s when I know it’s ready to go out to the rest of the writing department.
Writer/Producer favorite Nora O’Brien of the SciFi Channel dropped by this afternoon to give us to say hi and give us last Friday’s ratings. A very slight uptick for both shows (and from what I understand Atlantis was the #2 non-sports cable show of the evening) in a mystifying soft couple of weeks for t.v.-viewing in general. Although, in all fairness, we were up against the weekend opening of Kickin’ it Old Skool and the big Madison, Wisconsin Poetry Slam.
Finally, dropped by set today on my way home to prep for tonight’s SciFi celebrity cast dinner at – you guessed it! – Don Francesco’s, and presented David Hewlett with his birthday gift: a copy of The Ghost Brigades, the sequel to Old Man’s War (I stressed this was not to reward his rapping abilities which are suspect at best). He has just finished reading one of John Scalzi’s other books – The Android’s Dream – and LOVED it.
Today’s pics: Fab director Andy Mikita looking kingly in the thorny throne from the upcoming The Seer (thorny throne compliments of equally fab Set Decorator Mark Davidson), a first go at the Reunion map, James Robbins’s proposed probe from that other episode, the possibly new and improved rail gun, Nora O’Brien drops in on John Lenic, camera-shy (and/or flash sensitive potential vampire) Director of Photography Peter Woeste.
Some quick Q&A’s before dinner:
Hitman Jr. writes: “Is it normal behavior for a Pug to get upset by someone leaving? Every time I leave it starts going crazy and tries to block the exit.”
Answer: You’re lucky. Maximus used to take it out on Fondy’s new shoes.
Lizzyshoe writes: “ You said you’re not allowed to read fanfiction for legal reasons, but what about published Stargate books (like the Fandemonium series)? Would there be similar legal dilemmas in reading these?”
Answer: No because those are the property of MGM Television.
Anonymous #1 writes: “But I was there, as where several other people who I told what was said immediately after it was said.”
Answer: So in other words you have several other people who can confirm that you told them what you claim to have heard. Okay.
Jason writes: “My question is what was the norwegian cheese Mitchell was referring to in his omlette recipe?”
Lady Dulcinea writes: “I wonder how many other universes the “universal remote” actually works in?”
Answer: Only one and, sadly, it aint this one.
Just Jess writes: “ So how was the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?”
Answer: Loved it. It’s been some 20-25 years since I first read the series.
DM writes: “I’m making an Indie and say I wanted to hire Hewlett to act in it, or you as a script-advisor.”
Answer: You could try writing to the Bridge Studios but, in all honesty, we’ve been turning down work because we’ve been so busy with Atlantis.
Smiley Face06 writes: “ What are your favorite episdoes to write? Comedic, dark, stand-alone…”
Answer: The most satisfying are those that accomplish all three.
Roxanne writes: “So, are the writers in the process of writing scripts for the back half of season 4, or are you still pitching ideas around?”
Nik of lala land writes: “Who came up with “If you immediately know the candlelight is fire then the meal was coked a long time ago”?”
Answer: Blame Robert Cooper.
Namiko writes: “Could you confirm a rumor I heard coming from you-know-who’s mouth about some actor at such-and-such a place? Thanks loads.”
Answer: Yup, it’s true!