Even though I’m on the other side of the country, my Snow Monkeys will be making another bid for Fantasy Football supremacy. This season, they square off against the likes of The New Old Spice Guys, Van Isle Vultures, I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter, and Ivon Bartok’s The Running Dead (among others). The League, since renamed to RIP Stargate, gets underway with our live draft: September 4, 2:00 p.m. EDT. Time to set aside the scriptwriting and producing in favor of far more pressing concerns: Chris Johnson or Arian Foster? Andre Johnson or Roddy White? The Packers defense or the Steelers D?
Like I wrote on message board: “This’ll be perfect timing. I’ll wrap season one of The Transporter in December, then be back in Vancouver in time to pick up my winnings.”
I was back on set today – the day AFTER my episode wrapped – sitting in for Paul who was in meetings today.
The other day, a guest star referring to Tara: “She’s got eyes like…”
“A lemur?”I asked helpfully.
“I was going to say Amanda Seyfried.”
Tara read one of my scripts today. I hovered around as inconspicuously as possible, strolling by every so often as she leafed through the pages, casting intermittent glances over in an attempt to gauge her reaction. Glancing up and noticing me, she offered her feedback: “Lots of throat punches.”
“Yeah,”I said. “It’s my signature move.”
Hoping to make effective use of it in the days to come!