Well this is friggin’ annoying. I’m suddenly unable to upload photos to my Mac – which means no pictures of the sub par pasta I was served last night for you guys. Instead, you’ll have to trust me when I tell you the ravioli in brodo were limp and underwhelming and the evening’s special long gnocchi bland and inedible. The pizzas were good (although Ashleigh took issue with the caramelized onions – which is just plain crazy) and the nutella tart great as always. The service was good – with the exception of a minor hiccup that had me requesting the waitress switch out our plates so I wouldn’t have to eat my pizza in a pool of broth – and they even comped us the gnocchi. I’m willing to chalk this up to an off-night at the usually dependable Campagnolo and look forward to a more memorable return visit.
Ah, damnit! In an effort to rectify my photo-uploading issues I inadvertently erased the photos on my camera’s memory card. So if you were hoping to eventually see snaps of a savorless dish or Ashleigh on her third drink of the night, you’re out of luck. Instead, here’s yet another puppy pic Fondy sent my way of the kids in T.O. –
Alas, no progress on the script front today. In fact, just the opposite. Remi handed in his first draft of episode 9, Visitation, and some of the character developments in that episode impact several scenes in Resurgence – meaning I’m going to have to reconsider my attack on the scenes in question. Also, I suddenly realized that the information I was hoping to keep secret from character X would have been all too obviously to him the second the agreement is made – and that necessitated my going back and re-attacking that scene as well. LOTS going on in a fairly complex story and the challenge has been to clarify without complicating, inform yet entertain, deliver one of the most mind-blowing Visual Effects extravaganzas to date and NOT blow our budget.
My houseguest, Cynthia, heads home tomorrow morning, back to London with its tea and crumpets and zombie hordes and wrong way driving. Tonight, I send her off in fine fashion: with some Tête de Porc at Refuel. So fancy!
Today, we were in Ashleigh’s office chatting when somebody mentioned a friend who happened to be single. “Hey, maybe I can set him up with one of my single friends!”offered Ashleigh in a very clear dig at me who she clearly considers not good enough for her friends (perhaps “too weird” judging from last night’s dinner conversation). Well, that’s fine because you, my faithful blog readers, are going to set me up (How’s that coming along by the way?). However, in the unlikely event you guys are unable to make that racy-Japanese-actress-Maria-Ozawa thing happen, I’ll happily settle for someone nice. And dark-haired. A tad bookish, maybe even a tad geeky, with an affinity for comic books and anime. Stylish and possessed of a unique fashion sense. Who looks great in black. Dangerous. With a villainous streak. Who looks good wielding a variety of weapons. Sort of like….hmmmm….