WOD Game A2
The following is an In Character blog entry by my WOD character. None of its real, its all made up.
Monday October 22nd, 2006
Just had a meeting with the lawyers. We’ve only been back in Toronto for half an hour. ‘Nuff Said. Back to work. We told Jack everything.
Things are getting a little wierd around here. My BS crashed around 9 and I did’nt feel up to driving home so I crawled into the back of the van and slept like a log. About 10 minutes ago I woke up and the van was full of Ladybirds. Dozens of em. Friggin ladybirds. They wer’nt in there when I closed the door and crashed. Any its October for fucks sake. What are they doing this far north?Skybourn treated it like a joke.
Take the above entry and add a dash of x-files and that’s what’s like round here at the moment. Jack and Sky just came back from a grub run. They met johnjohn. You remember, the homeless guy we occasionally put in a rubber suit and pretend he’s a gribbly. Anyway, they met him on the way back from the store. Problem was it werent him. Same clothes, same cart, same greeting but it we’rnt his face. Acted like evrything was normal. At this point I was too tired to care.
Woot. Julie’s given us the day off tomorrow. We’re all going to meet at Maples and drink till the room spins.
Spent the last hour transferring all the raw footage from the Belfast shoot to the hard drive stack ready for sequencing. Got home before hand and that bloody cat from next had done its business on my window sill again. I swear, next time I’m, gonna slapshot that cat accross the street.
Listening to: Some Greenday track on Radio@UPEI
Feeling: A hellofalotbetter.
Wednesday October 24th, 2006
Bleary eyed, thats a good description for the office this morning. I don’t feel too bad this morning. Eggs, milk, yogurt and “I Can’t Believe Its Not Butter!” mixed together in a blender and left overnight in a fridge. A “traditional” MikMak hangover cure according to dad. Although he’s strangly silent on what the recipe was before the introduction of I Can’t Believe Its Not Butter. 🙂
Last night, I apprently won about $2 at poker. That would explain the stack of pennies on my kitchen counter. Sky and the Boss dont seem to be on good terms. Maybe something was said last night. I remember something about a phone call. I know Boss did’nt stay till the end.
Checked the bank, did’nt get paid. Again. Gonna have a word with Julie.
Saw a news report while finishing up the postprod on the park interview. Body of a homeless guy was found murdered last night. Sky and Jack reckon it was JohnJohn. The real one not the fake one.
That’s not all, apparently Sky made the paper yesterday. He was at a charity ball in honor of some starvin’ marvin’s. Problem was, he was photographed hobnobbing with celebraties in Toronto when we were 700 miles away in a different country. Unless Sky’s started manifesting bilocality then the WS-Ometer has just topped the scale.
WTF is going on? Did we actually die in that crash after all? Have we slipt into some parallel dimension, are we going crazy? Knowing my luck it’ll be that last one.outer limits
Ta da, With Jack’s help we finished the rushes in record time. All in all, its a damn-fine episode. Not eaxctly 60 Minutes quality but the best episode yet for the show. Still got a week and a half till the deadline so we should at least get some sort of bonus or attaboy but as usual the jerk just insults the work again.
Why am I still working here?
Got some time before we’re needed again. Studio needs to OK it with the legal guys before they air the episode. I hope wherever Lisa is she’s not going to be embrassed. We tried to not to do the usual crap and make her look insane. I hope we’re doing the right thing.