Whoa! It’s as if every hypochondria-inspiring ailment I’ve suffered over the past ten years has decided to team up and hit me over the course of the past forty-eight hours. Headaches, stomach issues, trouble sleeping, fatigue, shoulder problems, lower back pain, and my feet are killing me. Time to transfer my consciousness into a younger, sleeker model. What? The technology hasn’t been invented yet? Bullshit. If they can make an app that allows you to identify a song just by humming a few bars into your phone, then back-up cloned bodies shouldn’t be that big a leap.
Sigh. I told myself that if and when Stargate ever ended, I would take the year off to recharge. Travel. Read. Spend time with the dogs. Maybe work on a few personal projects in no great hurry. When I moved to Vancouver eleven years ago to work on Stargate, I didn’t exactly love the city. In fact, I was looking forward to heading back to Montreal when the series was expected to end with its fifth and final season. But things change and, eleven years later, Vancouver is home. It’s a great dog city, boasts an eclectic mix of terrific restaurants, its summers are gorgeous and its winters are – while far from ideal – a hell of a lot less cold than what I grew up with. So now the prospect of leaving it has me reconsidering my priorities. As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve been very fortunate in that I’ve never wanted for work over the course of my career. I’ve gone from job to job to job with no downtime inbetween. The prospect of taking time off is very tempting, but the reality of this industry is that you’re only as good as your last job. And, well, if your last job was reading back issues of The Avengers while grazing on barbecue chicken pizza, you can be sure you’re not going to impress many. On the other hand, being in demand impresses. As does actually having a job. So, if an opportunity comes along, you’d be crazy to pass it up. Or would you? Do you go with the sure thing and uproot your life to start over somewhere else, or do you say “Screw it!”, crack open those Marvel Masterworks and Domino’s deliveries and gamble on something less… disruptive?
Who knows? Maybe it won’t come to that. In this business, things have a way of happening very quickly – and unhappening just as quickly. Perhaps – and in a best case scenario – things will take care of themselves and I won’t have to make a decision. But, if things pan out the way they seem to be, then I will have to make that decision. And fast.
Happily, the only decision I had to make today was “Pulled pork or tamales?” and, in the end, it was not decision at all as I decided to have both:
Yep, that’s right. Rob Cooper is back in town. We met for lunch on Thursday (spicy Thai!) and today he hosted an NFL get-together. Also in attendance…
We kicked back, ate, watched the games, and bemoaned the dearth of CIA and hitman-centered film and television projects. Juuuust kidding. It would seem there are enough of those to last us ‘TIL THE END OF TIME!