I need to hit a gym. It’s been about two weeks since I last worked out and I’m beginning to feel myself getting fatter. I spend the greater part of my days sitting down spinning stories, updating this blog, and sampling menu selections from a plethora of new restaurants. It’s a situation eerily similar to the one I was in twelve years ago when I first joined Stargate. Back then, I ended up putting on fifteen pounds within my first year on the show – fifteen pounds that took me some eight years to lose, and this only because I happened to stumble across the perfect quick-weight-loss program that allowed me to drop those fifteen pounds in a week! Unfortunately, the chances of my ordering snake soup from the Hong Kong airport anytime soon are slim, so I’m going to have to find an alternate means of keeping trim.
Yep, I need to hit a gym. But first, I have to find one.
While I’m looking, however, a guy’s gotta eat right?
Today, for lunch, we checked out a terrific Jamaican restaurant (I’ll have to get back to you with the name) that everyone enjoyed. Even Alex who had his heart set on Swiss Chalet.
We finished up going over the network notes on my script (episode 2), then shifted gears. We discussed our first year arc, cars, stunts, our big bad, and some of the wild cards Frank will have to contend over the course of season one. We also found time to spin two new stories that we should start breaking tomorrow.
I checked out three potential doggy daycares today and found one I think would be perfect for the dogs. It’s a little out of the way, but it’s nice, clean, professional and, most important of all – the dogs in their care look like they’re having fun. I’ve got a bunch of paperwork to fill out after which I’m going to have to make an appointment to bring them in for an “assessment”, presumably to ensure they’re not your average dumb beasts – which they’re not, of course. I mean, just check out this pic that Christine, the dog-sitter, sent me today.
BTW – Jelly went to the vet today for some tests. Could be nothing more than a bladder infection. Fondy reports she’s resting comfortably.
Tonight, Rob Cooper brought us to a pretty damn impressive Chinese restaurant: Wah Sing Seafood Restaurant. We had what, in retrospect, seemed like one of everything on the menu: hot and sour soup, Cantonese chow mein, garlic-sauteed snow pea leaves, sweet and sour pork chops, chicken balls (that Rob likened to chicken-stuffed mini doughnuts), and –
Tomorrow, I begin my quest for my new Toronto headquarters as I check out a house in the Rosedale area.
Also, I really need to hit a gym.