Check it out. It’s an advance trailer for Persons Unknown, a delightfully creepy-looking mini-series that premieres on NBC June 7th. And its Executive Produced by SGU’s very own Remi Aubuchon! In addition to his show running duties, Remi also wrote a bunch of scripts for the series – as did SGU’s Linda McGibney – so I’m more than a little eager to check it out. The premise is intriguing and, quite frankly, it looks pretty damn cool. Circle the date on your calendars!
Slow progress on the script. Hit the 37 page mark of Resurgence (episode #10) and I still feel like I’m running in water. Complicating matters is the fact that I have two more production days on Awakening and will be entertaining my friend Cynthia (in from London) for the week. And I hear that both Remi and Brad will be putting out their scripts early next week, episodes #9 and #13. I really think there should be a rule that prevents a writer from putting out a script until all of the preceding scripts in air order have been released. I’m going to try to regain my writing mojo tonight by having a couple of drinks and forcing the issue.
Ashleigh is getting sneaky sneakier. Today, while I was in her office, she helpfully pointed out that I had a stain on my shirt. Fortunately, she keeps one of those Tide, stain-removing sticks by her computer and was more than happy to allow me to make liberal use of the stuff. Except that THIS –
Is NOT a Tide stick.
Is a Tide stick.
While THIS –
Is a highlighter that would have marked my shirt a permanent day-glo yellow if I hadn’t noticed in time. She, of course, feigned ignorance.
And this comes only hours after she tried to kill me by attempting to induce a heart attack. I was sitting at my desk, innocently doing a google search for anecdotal evidence that would prove my point that the cutesy local weather girl is, in fact, a real bitch when – suddenly – Ashleigh kicked kicked my chair from behind. “You were scared!”she cackled triumphantly. I wasn’t scared, I pointed out, merely startled – but I can see how it would be easy to confuse the two. Children and 19th C governesses of delicate disposition get “scared”. Guys get “startled”. I was startled.
About an hour later, I stopped by Lawren’s office to remind him to print something up – when Ashleigh suddenly leaped out from around the corner and startled me again (although this time, to the uninitiated, I may have appeared scared – but I can assure you I wasn’t).
Anyway, the aforementioned incidents apparently made her day. For the rest of the afternoon, she was all gloaty, blusteresque, and swaggersome.
Well, far be it for me to vow revenge. So rather than vow, I’ll just go ahead and do. Some ideas I’m entertaining include: placing a mummified head (on loan from the Vancouver Museum of Anthropology) in her next take-out order, filling her car with live crows, or sneaking into her apartment and hiding in her bedroom closet until 3:00 a.m. before sauntering out dressed like this –
Other office happenings today included this –
And this –