Today’s bento breakfast, compliments of Akemi. It gave me the much-needed energy I needed to watch the dailies from the European shoot while listening to tracks upon tracks of potential music for our new show, Transporter: The Series. Some truly amazing footage coming in from Berlin and Nice. Fantastic work on the part of our European crew led by Camille Delamarre and Stephane Leloutre, with Exec. Producer Klaus Zimmerman overseeing the action. Grab a sneak peek (and brush up on your French) by checking out the video…
And the accompanying article: http://www.nicematin.com/article/cinema/tournage-course-poursuite-sur-la-promenade-des-anglais
Speaking of interesting articles, I received the following from former Stargate Production Coordinator Tanja Balic: http://blogs.forbes.com/michaelhumphrey/2011/06/13/dude-and-50k-friends-serious-about-saving-stargate-universe/
Can’t tell you how touching it is to read that fan efforts are still ongoing despite what most (myself included) consider very long odds. According to Tanja, half of the FX stage (that once held the village and hive ship sets) is filled with stuff from the shows. I believe there will be a public sale of items this Friday and Saturday. Sad, sad, sad. 🙁
Back on the Transporter front – today, I continued work on the rewrite of my second episode. Also, got together with rest of the writing team to discuss: Frank’s watch (are we going with the Panerai from the movies?), spinning and breaking the final three episodes, and the fact that we could save ourselves a lot of time and energy by just casting Carl Binder as Dieter the mechanic. He’d be perfect!
A little bit of a panic over on the neighboring Little Mosque on the Prairie production offices when a french bulldog named Norman went missing this afternoon. A search team was organized and I was just about to head out myself when I received word that, happily, Norman had been found safe and sound, in the building, sleeping under someone’s chair. Whew! Reminds of the time we first got Jelly. She was so tiny that, when Fondy and I came back from a night out and couldn’t find her, we initially assumed that one of the cats had eaten her. After a thorough search of the premises (and several dirty looks at the feline onlookers) we eventually found Jelly curled up in the lining of the underside of the living room couch. The incident turned out to be a hint of what was to come. I can’t tell you how many times we panicked, assuming Jelly had somehow escaped and was running wild in the neighborhood, only to discover her tucked away in the back of a closet, snoozing away, oblivious to the pandemonium.
Off to dinner with Alexander and Sarah tonight for a multicultural double-date that will see representatives from France, Japan, Germany, and Canada in attendance. And we’re going out for Italian!