Hey, check out what was on t.v. in the hospital waiting room. Yes, SG-1 – specifically, season 9 episode Evolution II. Right at the part where the bad guy is about to clamp the booster cables on Daniel Jackson’s junk, I get called in to see the doctor. I explained the situation. Lower back pain, more of an ache, focused on the right hip area, going on three weeks now. Minimal pain at night. Hardly any at all in the morning. But often overwhelming stiffness after sitting down for prolonged periods of time. The diagnosis: Try not to sit down so much. Really. Oh, sure, he checked my spine, had me bend this way and that, asked me to push, pull, resist. All good. Like everyone else, he assumes it’s muscular – and muscular issues can take up to six weeks to clear up. He suggested that if it doesn’t clear up in another two weeks, I should ask my family doctor for an x-ray.
I could. But I got a line on a guy with an MRI machine. That might be the way to go – especially with Tokyo less than three weeks away!
So, tomorrow is my birthday. (As if you didn’t know). And, today, Akemi surprised me with THIS –
It’s a super blender, apparently capable of liquifying everything from fresh fruit to hands of your enemy. Anyway, Akemi captured me going through the standard The Three Stages of Surprise Gift Getting…
It’s like close-up super slo-mo footage of a hummingbird feeding. Pretty fascinating, huh?
And in other news: Paul and I have signed a development deal to write a script and series overview for an original project, and also signed a deal to develop a premise and pitch a series based on a book by an acclaimed SF author. In addition, we’re developing a show with Robert Cooper, and I’m about to tackle the second scene of a new pilot script.
I’m pretty much done with all of the new fall shows. On the other hand, I did check out the fourth year premiere of what looks to be a very promising new season of The Walking Dead. I’ve also been catching up on some of the movies languishing in my PVR. As much as I enjoyed The Orphanage, I thought Guillermo del Toro’s Mama was aptly named for the Japanese market, “mama” being the Japanese equivalent to “so so”. Judge Dredd, on the other hand, was a pleasantly kitschy, ultra-violent surprise.