Episode 37

Paz (SFX: REV): I sat behind my desk. Behind the same grubby gray desk on another hazy hot July Tuesday...Hey! This the opening from Episode...uh...that one with the, uh...Rainy Day Bomber...NO WAIT! Hallifax! The Hallifax Warehouse Incident? (GETTING EXCITED< LIKE A GAME SHOW CONTESTANT) NO! NO! I GOT IT! Oo!Oo! I Know! ...it was the Ruby Foreshort Case!

(dead silence)

Paz (REV off): What revision do you have, cause I just grabbed this one off the table in the lunch room.

But: I've got Rev3.6. Was there any gespacho dip left?

Paz: What's that, like a watermark? Mine just says Rev3..um.., looks like taco sauce. Mmm. Rev3.1, that does it.

But: I think that's parsley. Right there. That's not a one. Was that from the gespacho dip?

DIR: (SFX: Booth speaker): Get a script person in there! Where's the intern? You two go to scene two, it's set up in studio C.

(SFX:WALKING)

But: Why would we need to use a separate studio for a different scene? This is radio?

Paz: That's the problem with this production company. Who's in charge here?

(SFX: open studio door/enter/close door)

But: That's hardly the point...

(dead silence)

But: That's hardly the point...

(dead silence)

But: I said "That's hardly the point"!

Paz: I was waiting for you to pick up your cue...

But: That was YOUR cue! Don't tell me this scene is screwed up too...

Paz: That's not in my script either.

But: I was speaking off-mic...

Paz: See. I don't have that either. Does your page end with the line "The color of spam, sir."?

But: I wasn't reading from the script!

Paz: I know, we'll both work off the same script (SFX: usual papery noise and --- RIP!)

(SFX: Phone rings) (phone rings once more after Paz answers)

Paz: Pazlo here! (ring) Interns!

(SFX: voice on phone, unintelligible but ridiculous. Ridiculously fast, foreign languages, no pauses while Paz is speaking, screeching high pitch, escalating to noise like kaws)

Paz: Well, our dear old friend Detective Marsh. Retired by now I'd hope. What's that? Van Nuys? Hardly know the guy. Didn't catch what you said there...sounded like "beef to reamo"? "Chiefy reno"? No, sorry.

But: Peachy Keen-o?

Paz: Hello? Marsh? Is this a bad phone connection or a bad sound effect? Where's the intern? Marsh? Hello? (aside) The line's gone dead. Sounded like Marsh was in trouble. What'll we do?

But: Delaware and Kansas, and parts of Alabama.

Paz: What?

But: What? That doesn't make any sense...wait.... (SFX: ruffling paper, etc.) Oh for... you taped the top half of page four to the bottom of page fourteen.

Paz: Oh, I thought that was parsely.

But: I can't find the rest of...what are you wiping your hands with?

Paz: Er...paper towels?

But: All right. I thought someone called for a script girl!

Paz: Script people.

But: What?

Paz: Script people. We're not allowed to call them script girls any more. It's an HR thing.

But: But,..they're ALL GIRLS!

Paz: Not anymore. They're script peoples. Wouldn't want to leave out a gender!

But: Yesh, but I mean they're REALly ALL GIRLS.

Paz: You'll have to stop saying that or I may have to report you.

But: To whom?

Paz: HR Lady.

But: Don't you mean the HR PERSON.

Paz: Of course she's the HR person. Why else would she be called the HR Lady?

But: But shouldn't she be called the HR person?

Paz: She is the HR person. You just don't understand management.

This is only a test

This is only a test, I've never blogged before, I feel like a Neaderthal confronted by pen & paper!

Pazlo & Butto; The Adventures Continue

Here's the idea for a blog site we can both author to. Additionally, we should be able to save drafts and possibly open one another's drafts to edit. We just keep adding pages ad nauseum...er...infinitum, and they'll be archived.
Blog site address is unparallaxview.blogspot.com



Bound for adventure!

Paz