It’s pretty fucking funny.

It’s also ninety seven pages, which means there’s a world of cutting ahead of us. Thankfully, it’ll just be a matter of losing good material in favor of the better stuff we’ll keep. Not a bad position to be in, that.

Our work at Skywalker comes to a close, and so I’m outie tonight, bound for home (after three weeks away). The movie sounds phenomenal. Kudos to Gary, Tom, Phil Richard, Shannon, Juan, Shari, Joe, and everyone who smoothed the flick out aurally, and even improved it in places.

Next week, there’s a table-reading on the show out in LA, where Brian and Jeff will climb into their respective roles for the first time in five years. Jay will be there too, but he’s – of course – been down the Jay path since his first outing (hell – he lives it). Should be a good time.

It’s been an eventful trip, to say the least, and I’ll be happy to tread the mother-soil anew.

Gotta carry that bride o’ mine ‘cross the threshold, ya know.

Thanks for giving me something to do during the mix.