Oct 07 2008
Ah yes, a grand little evening sitting around watching the Mediators break up a drunken conflict. That crazy Starl.
On the creating side, a precise, behind-the-scenes peek at the arduous creative process:
Reesa: Who gets injured?
Steve: I think S.
Kit: I was thinking L.
Reesa: I was thinking S or L.
Steve: I’ll flip you for it; you want to land on your head or your tail?
Reesa: You could flip the dog.
Kit: She wouldn’t cooperate.
Steve: Perfect, here’s a penny.
Reesa: Lost relic of our economy, determine our future.
Steve: Heads it’s L, tails it’s S.
Reesa: Wait, where did it go?
Kit: I heard it hit over there.
Reesa: S then! Ahh, high literary science at work.