Hello there, I've been asked to provide an account of a typical day on Eureka from an actor's perspective. So here we go. I should add that I don't speak for, or represent, all actors, or even a fraction of them.
I wake up, usually pretty early, to the sounds of trumpets and my harem of cooing women praising my manliness. (I live in a castle). I roll out of bed, which is made of money and self-satisfaction, and curse the help for their incompetence (seriously, have my ivory plate of edible gold shavings at least two inches from my mouth when I open it, jeez).
Okay, not really, the day actually starts the night before in my crumbling abode, a neat but oldish little condo in a suburb of Vancouver. I look over my lines for the next day's work, paying special attention to the sciency tech talk stuff, because that's what I'll most likely injure my tongue with and hold up production the following day when I'm actually working.
Hit my bed with a nervous attempt at sleep, because I'm still actually excited to get to work, and frightened that I'll sleep through my alarm clock, even though I take measures to switch it up and set it to different radio stations every couple months that'll annoy me awake. It's currently set directly in between a French Canadian talk radio station and a smooth jazz/easy listening station. The chatter wakes me up and the easy listening infuriates me. My recipe for getting up and not hitting the sleep button. Don't need to hear that dissonance a second time.
I shuffle through my morning duties of showering, petting my super pretty and awesome cat, who's kind of like a dog, and lurch about until I'm awake enough to not drive in a dangerous manner to work.
Get to work, grab breakfast from our awesome caterers. Most days I get scrambled eggs and crispy bacon with salsa for my eggs (I sometimes pronounce the first A in salsa like one pronounces the A in Albert, to my mystification).
My breakfast is usually eaten in sporadic bursts while the following things happen:
a) Shave-time. I don't shave at home because my hair seems grow very quickly and want to migrate from the top of my head to other parts. My face especially. Except the mustache region...it still takes me a billion years to grow a proper one. Sometimes I have to shave twice a day. The current record is three times.
b) Wardrobe. Yeah, not too hard. I put on clothes that aren't the ones I'm already wearing. No bigs.
c) Highlight my lines in my sides. (Sides are the little tiny cute versions of the script that comprise of all the the scenes we're doing on the day.)
d) Hair and Makeup. Fun fact: I'm kinda a baldini... esque. It takes some time to fill in my hair-holes. Movie magic!
Then it's time for blocking (sometimes breakfast is done, sometimes not). That's where we first do the scene and figure out where we'll be, what we do, and where all the lights and stuff will be. Minor adjustments might be made to the scene depending on the blocking or how the pacing seems to work out once all of the actors say the lines the way we say 'em.
Depending on the shot, it can take anywhere from two minutes to an hour for setup. Fancy things like visual effects shots, stunts, and explosions tend to take longer than your average two person chat scene. Go figure.
Okee-dokie. So now we shoot. If you haven't guessed already, that's the stuff that eventually you see on your TV/computer monitor. In between takes we run lines, banter back and forth, or religiously check our cell phones. E-mail/Twitter/Facebook.
It's hard to describe shooting a scene in any detailed way. We get along swimmingly as a cast, we have fun, and we like working together to make the best stuff we can make. I hope that is passed on to you guys watching us in TV land.
After the scene is done, sometimes I'll have a break while they film scenes I'm not in. So it's back to my trailer to listen to music, prep my next scene, and probably eat some sandwiches. I really like sandwiches. If it's an especially long break I like to figure out ways to annoy people. Currently I enjoy imitating Colin typing out e-mails on his Blackberry. Don't know why I choose to annoy Colin... as if being in every scene wasn't difficult enough. I guess I'm kind of a jerk. Sorry Colin! I also enjoy fake barfing into my hands and discovering new uses for my phantom vomit. Slicking back my hair, using it as facial hair, etc. Yeah, I'm still a seven year old.
My mind usually wanders at this point. How do those people who wear shorts in winter do it? How do they not get cold? Was there ever a bipedal mutant fish in the Ninja Turtles universe? I know there was a manta ray. If there was a fish, did it have a fishbowl full of water on its head when it walked around on land? How often does it need to refresh the water before the oxygen is depleted and the pH levels go all wonky? This is the dark cavern my tweets usually emerge from.
Probably eat some more sandwiches. Or, if it's lunch time, eat whatever delicious food they've whipped up for us today. Preferably with lots of gravy. Affect a terrible British accent. Pretend to stave off madness, although secretly I know it's taken over long ago.
Alright, so I get a knock on my door, time to film again! I already described that part, so if you really want, you can move up a little bit and re-read that.
Lather, rinse, repeat. I don't mean that in the tedious way, I quite enjoy showers and the act of showering in general.
Yeah, so that's pretty much an actor's day on set. Fun work mixed with battles with insanity. I freaking love my job.