WTF? I am suddenly beset by a host of discomforting aches and pains – not enough to cause me major concern, mind you, but more than enough to really annoy the hell out of me. I can’t remember awkwardly twisting it but my hand is certainly doing its best to remind me of the incident. I’ve switched off dumb bell training in favor of crossfit but that hasn’t stopped me from continuing to experience a sensation akin to what an elderly arthritis sufferer must no doubt contend with on a daily basis. Special Features Producer Ivon Bartok assured me this sort of thing happens to him all the time and it may take a while for such an injury to fully recover. Like, say, the seven months it took for his twisted finger to heal. Seven months!
Of course that’s one of the best case scenarios. Another possible explanation is that I’m just getting old and the injuries I sustained in my youth (double compound wrist fracture in fourth grade while setting up the school trampoline for gym class, wrist fracture in high school while playing pick-up football on cement) are finally catching up with me. A hand massage would probably do me some good but Ashleigh, our Exec. Producer’s Assistant, feels it doesn’t fall under her job description. This, by the way, is the same Exec. Producer’s Assistant who put the kibosh on my idea to purchase a producer’s rickshaw to transport us to and from set. The same Exec. Producer’s Assistant who, just today at lunch, laughed at me when I dropped my piece of tropical cake AND then laughed again when I spilled my cream of mushroom soup attempting to wipe away the cream from the tropical cake I dropped. The same Exec. Producer’s Assistant who was disrespectfully gloating about her standing lead in the office NCAA office pool. And this was all today! I’m not even going to bother mentioning the fact that she promised to bake us chocolate chip cookies last year and never followed through. Nope. Not going to say a thing about it because I’m not that type of guy.
Even thought she IS that type of girl.
Who promises cookies and then doesn’t follow through.
Just not saying.
Anyway, thanks to those of you who offered up links to and suggestions for potential dining targets I should hit on my forthcoming road trip. It looks like I should be setting aside more time for this little culinary excursion than I’d originally planned. Say, two months more time.
Looks like Jelly, Maximus, Bubba, and Lulu now have a distant cousin (and Brie has a little brother). The latest addition to the extended brood = Stewie.
More goodies from the Stargate: Atlantis Art Department archives…
Today’s entry is dedicated to Jordan’s mom Sophie. Bonne Fete!
How is your search going ❓ haven’t seen any pictures of good looking women around you in a couple of days! Are you losing your touch with the ladies 
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