[[Hey. Did you guys catch that? Two Hollywood types making a run for the door? It was a pretty undignified exit, if you want a recap.

But, Matt and Danny are back in their 'verse, albeit a few thousand miles from their home base in LA. Don't worry, though, something'll bring them back here sooner or later...]]

Wes is behind the Bar, being a model bartender and a perfect example of maturity to boot.

...he's written ALCOHOL on the Specials board, and is currently building a group of Oreo towers on the bartop ( Read more... )

Harriet loved the first day back to work after a show. Everything was possible, scripts weren't set, she was allowed to play funny or play serious all day and no one would yell at her ( Read more... )

There's something very frustrating about not being able to remember all the lyrics to a song. The frustration is, in fact, directly proportional to how bad or embarrassing or dated the song is ( Read more... )

Its time for some minor math.

Bar + Tender = Happy Hour!

Drinks are themed accordingly.

"Tonight's drinks are: Three Day Weekend, Three Musketeers, The Three Stages of Friendship and Three Wise Men."

Have at!

"What'll it be?"

Stephen's first reaction was to be admirably impressed by the obvious care that had been taken in extending and renovating up this restroom. He had long complained about the facilities in this building, and all to no avail, so it was gratifying to see his demands had at last been carried through. And not only in terms of space, no: The men's room ( Read more... )

"Trust me, Amita, if Larry was so worried about me getting things out of his..." As he opens the door, he turns around not to see Larry's vacant office. A bar shows up instead. A little too much space to actually exist in the space formerly known as Larry's office. It's like Larry had a parallel universe in his office, and just never told anyone. ( Read more... )

It's Sunday.

Two days ago, it was Friday.

On Friday, there was no show.

That may not be true, but the alternate option -- that there was a show, but he had no hand in it -- is even worse to contemplate, so Matt's just gonna not for the moment ( Read more... )

It hasn't been a particularly bad day for Dale Cooper. No worse than usual, certainly. Reading local history whenever he can, down at the Bookhouse; reading fiction at night (Thomas Wolfe, lately, and slowly); reading a few pages of Madame Alexandra David-Néel in the morning, just after meditation, and just before heading to the station ( Read more... )

So there's this thing that the staff of CSC the White House Studio 60 does, where it's hard to pin people down when you need them, so you get used to conversations on the move. The furnished offices are just for show, really: more important decisions have been made in the hallways than the network execs will ever want to know ( Read more... )