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So the bad news wasn't so bad...

But before we get to that, some more GOOD news. Looks like BNN (Boston public access) will probably be picking the show up, and we'll also be airing in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Alison is also talking to the public access station in New York City about picking us up. So if you want to see the show, and have contacts at the public access station in your area, let me know!! Now, on to yesterday's bad news...

Apparently we were rained out yesterday for a reason. Not only was today an GREAT day for shooting, we had a change in directors. Kurt is a good director, don't get me wrong, but he wasn't feeling well, so Greg came in to direct the scene today. Apparently Greg had written the original scene. Well, someone re-wrote it, and he didn't like it, so he did a last minute re-write on the thing that changed the tone ENTIRELY.


ORIGINAL

GAIL stands, eyes closed, face up to the
 sun as if in deep meditation.  The bright light dilates
 her pupils so that when she looks back down at the
 imaginary camera in front of her, she appears wide
 awake.

            GAIL
  Heavy thunder storms are pushing
  our way with highs reaching only in
  the forties. Bring an umbrella and
  break out your winter hat again
  because this weekend it's going to
  get nasty.


She catches her breath.  DAC leans on the railing next to
her.

            DAC
  Gail.

            GAIL
  Oh.  Hi Dac.  I was just practicing
  for the five o'clock show.

            DAC
  I figured.

  Gail closes her eyes and tilts her head back toward the sun.

            DAC
  I don't mean to be rude and forgive
  me if I'm overstepping my bounds,
  but I don't think it's going to
  rain or get cold this weekend.  In
  fact, I believe it's going to be
  the exact opposite.

            GAIL
  Taking classes in meteorology?

            DAC
  No.

            GAIL
  Then what makes you believe it's
  not going to rain.

            DAC
  You.


  She looks back down, her eyes unnaturally wide.  DAC
  takes a step back.

            GAIL
  Me?

            DAC
  I'm sorry Gail, but you haven't
  predicted an accurate weather
  forecast in over thirty days.  I've
  actually been tuning into other
  news stations to plan my week. It's
  a problem.

            GAIL
  What do you know about meteorology?

            DAC
  I -

            GAIL
  What do you know about meteorology?

            DAC
  I don't know anything.

            GAIL
  Then what right do you have-

            DAC
  Listen.  All I know is that when
  you say rain, Jesus Christ and the
  skies above say shine.  Don't take
  this personally, but take it
  seriously.  I like you. You're a
  friend of mine, but I'm worried
  that unless you start getting in
  sync with whichever god makes the
  wind blow, chances are you're going
  to be out of a job.  Consider that
  to be my forecast.
REWRITE

GAIL paces about the parking lot behind the
 studio rehearsing her forecast for tonight's taping.

            GAIL
  Heavy thunder storms are pushing
  our way with highs reaching only in
  the forties. Bring an umbrella and
  break out your winter hat again
  because this weekend it's going to
  get nasty.

She gets a peculiar look in her eyes, and turns
to see DAC leaning against a dumpster behind her.

            GAIL
 Dac

            DAC
 Hello Gail.  Is that tonight's forecast?

            GAIL
 Tomorrow's.

            DAC
 Cold and Rain.

            GAIL
 That's right.

            DAC
 I'll bet you one thousand dollars
 that it neither rains or gets below
 forty degrees tomorrow.  In
 fact, I believe it's going to be
 the exact opposite.

            GAIL
 Taking classes in meteorology?

            DAC
 No.  I'm a gambling man, and the 
 odds in the studio right now are that
 you're going to be wrong.

            GAIL
    (offended)
 Who are you?

            DAC
 I'm Dac.  And you're Gail.  And Gail
 Johnston hasn't predicted an accurate
 weather forecast in over thirty days.
 When you say rain, Jesus Christ and
 the skies above say shine.

            GAIL
A thousand bucks?

            DAC
That's right.

            GAIL
You're on.



So instead of a nicey nicey guy, I got to be a dickhead, and wear my sunglasses. Which was AWESOME.

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