Joseph Mallozzi's Weblog

The great thing about being the show runner is that the position commands respect. Gone are the days when I would make a request for something - say a new book shelf or another insert shot of the floppy hat - receive a “I’ll see what we can do” response, and ultimately end up shelfless…

The explosion was so loud it reverberated throughout the building and set the windows thrumming. I looked outside and watched as stunned lot personnel stepped out of buildings and cars to investigate. “Damnit!”cursed Paul who suddenly stepped into my office. “I missed it.” The “it” in question was one of the stunts for the Atlantis…

For some strange reason, people have an incredibly easy time opening up to Fondy. There’s something inviting about her, something comforting, something that will compel, say, our neighbor from apartment 305 to unload a tearful, soul-wringing account of her heartbreaking divorce on the very first night we go out to dinner with her. Fairytale romance.…

You’d think I had one of the cleanest dogs in the world. Bubba not just loves bath time, he craves it. Lately, there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by when I haven’t walked into the bathroom and found him sitting on the edge of the tub, patiently awaiting my attention. If he doesn’t get…

“When I was young,”admitted Fondy, “I never really appreciated the gifts people got me.” My response was: “Are you kidding?” Offhand, I couldn’t think of a gift I hadn’t enjoyed receiving. Then, giving it some thought, I realized that what I’d enjoyed was not so much the gift itself but the getting. There was the…

We had intended to go to Zakkushi on 4th for dinner but a lack of parking sent us to O’Thai, Vancouver’s latest Thai eatery. Plenty of parking out front and plenty of tables available, so we grabbed our seats and, after a preliminary menu perusal, simply asked our water to recommend the restaurant’s top three…

I’m admittedly the first person to complain about pretty much anything. Well, anything except the weather because, really, at the end of the day, who can you really complain to? Still, given the almost three straight weeks of rain we’ve had to suffer through, I think I deserve the right to at least voice my…

Prep week invariably begins with the concept meeting, the preliminary pre-production assembly attending by all of the department heads. We all sit around the long conference room table as the First A.D. goes through the script, scene by scene. “Scene one,”he’ll say, “A puddle jumper flies through space. This is a visual effects shot.” -…

6:00 a.m.: I get up, take the dogs out, down a cup of matcha, then head downstairs for my 30 minute cardio work-out with the aim to conditioning myself for the big day ahead.7:05 a.m.: Shower, shave, then spend a good twenty minutes selecting my outfit. I decide to go basic black, subtle pin striping…

“You know what you are?”offered my writing partner Paul in a moment of clarity. “You are a dandy.” A dandy? Really? Just because I have two pairs of suit for every day of the week, a tie for every day of the month, and a clufflink collection to rival the average person’s dvd library? Okay,…

Pictured above are the remnants of my Art Asylum Rogue’s Gallery Venom bust that used to sit atop the window ledge in my office. Paul came in this afternoon and went to pull the window shut. Somewhere between my “Be” and “careful!” the handle had come off in his hand, causing him to knock the…

Fondy and I celebrated St. Patrick’s Day by going out for Singaporean food yesterday. We exercised perfect timing in arriving downtown about twenty minutes after the St. Patrick’s Parade festivities had broken up, allowing us to find some terrific parking right around the corner from Prima Taste. For Sunday lunch, we had excellent Hainanese chicken.…

The 60-something lady at the neighboring table sounded like she was having an orgasm: “Aaaaaah. Ooooooh.” Then: “Yeeessssss.” I stole a quick glance over as she popped a piece of tuna tataki into her mouth and shut her eyes, luxuriating in the exquisite flavors: “Ohhh.“ Suddenly, her eyes flashed open and she caught my uncertain…

The first time I suspected my wife was trying to kill me was about four years ago when we were still living in Vancouver’s Yaletown district. I remember walking into the kitchen to get a drink when I noticed a half-filled spring water bottle sitting by the sink. “Is this okay to drink?”I asked Fondy.…

Apparently I’ve been tagged with some sort of "Five Things You Didn't Know About Me" meme. Now as anyone who knows me will tell you, I enjoy a good chain letter as much as the next guy, but I find I don’t really have the time to devote myself to proper chain letter distribution. Fortunately,…