Aah...I just had an awesome, much needed massage. My buddy is a massage therapist at a local hospital and moonlights on the side. It's cheap, it's convenient, and he does a great job. I'm not sure if it's a testament to how stressful it has been working on SS, or the crappy little desk they have me editing on, but he said my neck and shoulders are tighter than he's ever seen them.

I have a little BL story from a friend of mine who still works there in Post Production. A month or so ago, the Post department decided to have a little bake-off. People must have been bragging about the cool cakes, etc. that they bake, and it turned into a competition. Well, once the rest of the cast and crew found out, they ended up having more, with more participants, guest judges, etc. They decided after three bake-offs that should probably be enough. JS was devestated. If you know anything about him, you know he's an epicurean and he loves his food (hell...you don't have to know him...just take a look at him lately). While evacuating the building after the recent earthquake, he cornered my friend, a producer on the show and asked why there would be no more bake-offs, adding that he thought it was horrible idea. She said, "Do you realize that we are evacuating because of an earthquake and you want to talk about the bake-off?" In response to him putting her life in danger, she decided to name the next bake-off in his honor: "Sex, Pies and Cupcakes: The 1st Annual J S Bake-Off." One of the PA's mimicked the posters from the film and hung them all over the studio. JS loved them. Right now, I'm trying to figure out how to get myself in a guest judge position.

For your Wally Wednesday fix, here's a slightly blurry picture of the boy in one of his favorite spots - not quite in OR out of the house.