Origins

Yesterday, we were linked to on the Bwog, which mentioned a short play about the origins of our blog. It was actually a short screenplay, reproduced here:

INT. MANSUITE COMMON ROOM - DUSK

TOM hovers over the oven while MICHAEL, JORDAN, JON, and WINSTON wait expectantly at the table. Michael is particularly enthusiastic, his napkin tucked into his shirt, his knife and fork aloft, grinning like a puppy at play.

Tom pulls a Pyrex dish out of the oven and turns, revealing it's contents. A bed of roasted potatoes and garlic awash in a piquant broth support two steaming golden birds.

TOM
Chicken's done!

JON
It was supposed to be done 20 minutes ago.
The stuffing is getting cold.

TOM
Well, it's ready now. You can't rush these things.

JON
I know, I know. Here, I'll help you cut it.

MICHAEL
I want wine.

Both Jon and Michael get up. Jon goes to the island and stands next to Tom. They both pick up knives and start to carve the meat. Michael reaches up above the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of red wine, then takes a corkscrew from the drawer. Suddenly, COLIN flies into the room on a scooter.

COLIN
Dinnertime...wooooaaah!

Colin's scooter wobbles, and he overcorrects, careening into the coffee table. He flips over and his legs fly into the air, launching the scooter toward the kitchen. It hits the island and Tom reacts with lightning quickness, moving to protect the chicken. He grabs the Pyrex and pivots away, knocking into Jon, who throws his arms up in surprise. A knife flies out of his hand towards Michael, who is just now pulling the cork from the bottle. As the knife sails forward, it slams into the cork on the corkscrew as it passes in front of Michael's body, stopping the knife mere inches from his chest. He looks down at the knife, then over to the wine bottle in his hand.

MICHAEL
I guess this stuff is good for your heart.

Tom, meanwhile, continues to rotate, and the chicken dish knocks into the wine bottle, which sails through the air spewing liquid. Winston leaps to his feet and dives across the table to grab it, which he does. Some of the wine, however splatters over the island and onto the floor near the scooter.

WINSTON
Gotcha!

JORDAN
Nice grab, eh!

Just then, Jordan sees the bowl of risotto, which Winston has knocked out of the way, teetering on the edge of the table.

JORDAN & MICHAEL
I got it!

They knock into each other. The bowl falls to the floor and the knife/cork/corkscrew in Michael's hand is dislodged. Just as Colin gets back up on the other side of the island, the contraption flies toward him and he ducks down just a moment too late. It glances off his head and arcs upward, hitting the projector, knocking it askew and flipping the power switch. It whirs to life.

There is a moment of stunned silence, then everybody slowly regains composure.

WINSTON
Is everybody alright?

COLIN
Yeah, yeah.

TOM
Chicken's good.
(beat)
That was close.

JORDAN
That was lucky.

COLIN
It may have been more lucky than we think...

JON
What do you mean?

Colin looks down at the floor.

COLIN
I think it was a sign.

Everybody leans forward to see what he sees. lying on the floor is the fallen scooter, the upturned risotto bowl, and the spilled wine which forms a curious shape. In front of all this, the beam from the projector displays a frozen frame of Gossip Girl on the floor.

MICHAEL
What? That we shouldn't ride scooters
at dinner?

COLIN
(still looking down)
No...look.

Michael is confused.

COLIN (cont.)
They're letters! The scooter makes an 'L',
the bowl is an 'O',and the wine looks like
a 'G'!

MICHAEL
Log? That doesn't make sense.

JON
What about the Gossip Girl?

They all think for a moment.

TOM
(suddenly)
It's B! On the screen...that's Blair! Her
nickname is B.

MICHAEL
B-Log? I don't get it.

Colin looks up, his face a mixture of fear and anticipation.

COLIN
Not B-Log. It spells BLOG.

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