So, I’m halfway through this fairly comprehensive rewrite when I get a call from the lovable Robbie David back at the production office who starts off the conversation with: “I just got an email. You’re not gonna like it.” And boy, was he right. Although I understood the sentiment behind the message Robbie received, I really objected to the phrasing. So much so that I wondered whether the person who drafted the email was drunk when he wrote it because, holy crap dude, you didn’t just burn the bridge, you blew it the hell up. No call? No personal email? No polite and respectful inquiry? THAT’S what you decided to lead with??? It’s particularly galling because I was in your corner. I had your back! It probably could’ve worked out! Instead, I’m looking at an even bigger rewrite on this script – and now, several more.
But the rewrite will have to wait until after this Thanksgiving weekend as mom an sis are in town!
This morning, I swung by my storage locker (aka my office) and loaded the car with everything from winter gear to doggy beds. The plan is to haul everything back to the apartment and have everything set up nice and neat for Akemi’s arrival. Well, nice anyway. Nice-ish.
While I was at the production offices, I met with freshly promoted to Production Manager Brandon Tataryn (former 1st Assistant Director who shares names with the horrible disease that claimed THREE’s beloved Sarah) and Production Designer Ian Brock to discuss our first three episodes. Apparently, episode 3 may be a little too HUGE. And Ian’s got a terrific game plan for our second stage which presently houses the Marauder and Ishida cruiser bridge – and soon, much much more!
Dark Matter Production Designer Ian Brock (left) and Production Manager Brandon Tataryn (right). I missed these guys!
Before picking up mom and sis at the train station, I got in a quick lunch with my favorite on set Supervising Producer Ivon Bartok at my favorite taco joint, Campechano.
Meanwhile, back in Van, Akemi is holding down the fort – and taking care of the dogs. We can’t risk Lulu trying to jump up on the furniture, or worse, fall off the bed, so I picked up two cages for her – one for downstairs, and one for the bedroom. Apparently, last night, she was NOT happy to not be on the bed. And then, at some point this morning, Bubba wandered into the cage and started to cry because he couldn’t find his way out – this despite the fact that the door was wide open. Brilliant, he aint. But lovable all the same.
The downstairs set-up.
Out in the rec yard.
Speaking of dogs in bad situations, I’m trying to find a rescue to pull this old guy. He has until noon tomorrow!