Before I say anything, I should point out that, yes, the last entry should be titled TAKE THAT, Comic Book Guy.
It is a glowing, shining, permanent example of just how totally over-extended I am in my life right now.
I actually woke up last week, and realized with great horror that I was simply…empty. I was totally out of ideas, and didn’t have anything interesting to write about here. I think I’m being pulled in too many creative directions all at once, which is A Very Good Thing(tm)…but I’m more than just a little bit bummed that I’m not living up to my own standards here, recently…I mean, come on, reruns?! That shit is played, y0.
Anyway, since last time I wrote, I’ve actually been out in the real world doing stuff: I hiked to the top of Henninger Flats with Anne and found a geocache, went to Sacramento to collect on my bet with Boomer and The Dave at KWOD 106.5, and signed 200 pictures for the Star Trek Cruise.
There’s some other very exciting stuff, but I can’t talk about it yet. π
I’ve been up since 4AM on 5 hours of sleep, so I’m going to slllllllmmzzxxlxpxhghgxxxxxxx
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I was going to post some smartass thing but all I can think of to say is nighty night so I think your not the only one who needs sleep. Sad isn’t it?
ah, you just need to go back to college for awhile. even if it doesn’t fix the creativity thing, it’ll get you used to sleep deprivation.
enjoy the outdoors while you can. i’ve recently decided that its fairly useless and redundant, and am going to get rid of it. the forests, tundras, and cratered volcanic wastelands shouldn’t be too difficult to recreate in a pleasantly air-conditioned indoor setting, but i’ll grant that this may make some space travel shows such as star trek rather, well, dated and curious. i mean, really, what was the deal with the cramped ship and everything? you can get spice at the store down the hall, Q lives in apartment 673, and simCoruscant VR version 2.0 is out next week. rule.
Hey, thanks to you, I’m giving geocaching as a 30th birthday present for a lucky boy this year. Thanks! & Good luck on the Thing Which Can Not Be Named.
Wil take a nap. get some rest lil’ fellar. go get em’ tiger. it’s gonna be jus’ fine. drink sum hot milk. yeah. okie-dokie sparky?
Wil for the most part, I wouldn’t worry that you felt drained and empty, i think it’s going around- A case of the stupids have hit me for the last week or so, butI have been busy too!
Rest—-Rest— Sleep– let your eyes just close…
Dude come back refreshed when your ready– We’ll still be here for you.
Hey it happens to the best of us. I have’nt been doing much for the past few days so I have the oposite problem. Plus I have this sleeping desorder…..and well I won’t really get into it. Good luck on that thing you can’t talk about.
P.S. For my URL I put TheOnion.com. I have a web site but it’s really lame right now cause I have alot of work to do on it.
Henninger Flats is/are clearly not flat. What a great view though.
I am very disapointed to report that I missed the “weakest link” star trek special on monday. I was gutted, but had a good excuse as i was in london on my way to see Brian Wilson play the whole of “Pet Sounds” live!
Next week, thethe (and Foetus)
Keep up the good work.
shaun
Better to have too much creatively going on job wise and struggling for things to write about on the site than writing brilliant things on the site and not having enough “real work” on!
Enjoy it while it lasts, hope it keeps going right for you…
And remember, that which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger π
Better to have too much creatively happening work wise and struggling for things to write on the site, than writing brilliant things on the site and not having enough on with “real work”.
Hope things keep rolling in the right direction for you…
And remember, that which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger π
DOH! Sorry! Stupid thing didn’t show up the first time and I thought I lost the comment. *sigh* Oh well, almost hometime π
Wil, running on empty, been there, still there..
i’ve been working 2 jobs, 7 nights
that’s night’s people) for the past 3 years..
finally gave notice 3 (three) times and now i’m just working 1 job..
Wil, get back with me about ideas, with working
20 years in hotels, I’ve seen everything..
and nothing shocks me any more…
must be nice to get away with the wife and “geo”
sleep well mr. wheaton.. to sleep, perhaps to
dream…
The hippie in me says “Meditate”. The other bits say eat well sleep well. Have good times with good friends. Worry not. Eat too much licorice. Fart and blame it on someone else all week. Tell people you’ve dyed your hair when you haven’t. Take a yoga class. Get in a large group of people that piss you off passionately then proceed to get passionate about the fact you arent one of them. Send a guy in a chicken suit to your friends workplace. Vent at the cat. Play chewy toy wars with Ferris. N.B you must have the chewwy toy in your mouth. Install a catflap. Read blonde jokes. Whatever you do just Dont TRY to concentrate. I’m sure you know the drill. And whats more, dont get too focussed on trying to take your mind off being empty. Just enjoy it for a bit. It will be the calm before the storm.
Good luck with the Secret Wils’ Business
After seeing you talk about it as well as several people on linuxnet, the man and I have recently learned more about geocaching and visited some boards. There are supposed to be some several caches near us. In… Iowa? Just a few miles away. We’re gunna go look! I’m all excited now! π
Jess
Tuck in your skirt, Wheaton. You were much tougher when you wore that sexy grey tunic. Since 6pm on Monday I’ve slept a grand total of 1 hour and fourty-five minutes (it’s now 5:08 am on Wednesday). I’ve umpired a softball game (tossing two coaches for yelling at me), and worked my stupid job pushing heavy things for UPS. I’ve also tried to write…anything, and I’ve found that I simply don’t have two words to rub together. Then my exgirlfriend calls me to tell me how happy she is and remind me how miserable I am.
I’m not complaining, just giving you a bit of perspective. I envy your problems, Wheaton. I will gladly trade.
But in all honesty, being creatively drained for an artist is like an emotional papercut. To the outside world it doesn’t seem to bad, but to an artist it feels like the Black Death decending upon us. But then we realize, it’s nothing serious, and when we’ve got creativity falling out of our ears, we laugh about all the crying we did.
Word to that.
Well, the Romans had something of an answer for this type of malaise: otium. Otium was scheduled relaxation, away from Rome and the hustle and bustle of daily life. Contemplation, reflection. The opposite of otium was negotium (get it?).
So, get some otium and recharge those batteries.
You’re lucky, Wheaton. I wake up about 6 mornings a week thinking I am totally out of ideas.:)
Looking forward to hearing about the Very Exciting stuff.
Wil, billyblazer just said otium, not opium. Wouldn’t like you getting confused.
Hey Wil, I know exactly what you mean about feeling empty. I know someone else posted about having a case of the stupids lately, and although I like the phrase, it really isn’t proper. I’m not trying to get all cosmic on you, because I’m not really into astrology or anything, but the position of the planets right now is seriously affecting everyone’s emotional balance. The gravity effects on our bodies are wack. Even the tides are slightly off their normal schedule. Don’t let it disturb you too much, we should be pulling out of it in the next couple of days. I for one will be enormously pleased to stop sobbing uncontrollably for no apparent reason. (NO GODAMNIT IT ISN’T PMS) …really. π
wow.I thought being a star and all you’d never run out of things to do, but being a father and husband must be work enough. I hope that didn’t sound like an insult, because it was supposed to be a compliment. whatever…..I need sleep now.
Henninger Flats really looks like the location where the six million dollar man was filmed. Can’t you just picture Steve Austin running away from the sasquatch (in slow-mo with cheesy bionic music playing) heading for the rotating tunnel…
… sorry Wil, the pictures from your link to Henninger Flats awoke that frightful memory in me. I mean at sixty miles an hour wouldn’t his non-bionic leg sort of rip off, eevn in slow-mo? As for being empty of ideas, we all experience that. Maybe its time for ‘something completely different’. Pick one thing you have never done before and go out and do it, suck up the experience and take that time to just get away from life as you know it. Take the family with you if that works. Well that’s my 2 cents Canadian or 1.4 cents American.
Congrats on having stuff to do that you CAN’T talk about yet! Those can be the best kinds of things! π
Now shut up and go to sleep! π
Hey I am looking forward to Your Big Secret. You reminded me that I really need to go geocaching, I haven’t been in a few weeks.
I had to change my name a bit for clarification. Seems that there are at least two other Jessies around here….must have been a popular name 20-some years ago…
Hey I am looking forward to Your Big Secret. You reminded me that I really need to go geocaching, I haven’t been in a few weeks.
I had to change my name a bit for clarification. Seems that there are at least two other Jessies around here….must have been a popular name 20-some years ago…
damn I hate that!
Quote:
“Sleep deprivation is a one-way ticket to temporary psychosis”
End Quote
Catch up on your sleep or if that doesn’t work, just post your resulting hallucination-filled rambling messages. Either way we don’t mind. : )
Uh.. i don’t mean to be all critical, but can’t you go back and edit posts, wil? why not change the headline?
Hey Wil,
I’ve been reading your site for awhile now in secrecy and decided it was finally time to come out of the closet…er…time to say hi.
Love the site – love this witty banter between you and yourself. I can so relate mr. winky. π
Hang in there kid.
Is it me or is everyone in this lifeless creative lull at the moment. It’s 3 in the afternoon here and on my day off i have only just got out of bed. What’s going on? Has some one planted an airborne Valium bomb? Take a good long sleep Big papa willie, we will be here when you wake.
Hey Wil,
Take a nap, get some sleep whatever! I know how it feels to be sleep deprived and it totally sucks! We all so don’t want you sick like last time!!!!
Lily
Hallucination-filled rambling message time:
I’ve been up all night, I can’t sleep, I’m trying to write but I’m blocked. The characters in my story are standing around waiting for something to happen, and they’re starting to get pissy and mock me. Maybe I should kill one of them. That would shut the little buggers up!
Peace come to you Wil! I’m pulling for you.
>Maybe I should kill one of them. That would shut the little buggers up!
Works for me, Jeice.
Wil YOU NEED A VACATION!!!!
Go ahead..the posse WILL make it mithout ya
for awhile.
You HAVE heard of burnout..right?
If only you can go on a cruise…
Don’t worry about the writer’s block, Wil. It happens to the best. All I can say about the lack of sleep is that if you call yourself a geek you most likely have a big-ass coffee maker. Go use it, Young Wil, and make it strong. You can catch up on sleep when you have time but with enough caffeine and very little sleep you’ll start tripping out and it will be fun. Just think of all the neat things that will dance across your monitor.
Imagine the media statement, Wil: “[headline]Former child actor Wil Wheaton caught in psychotic episode near Spooky Old House On The Edge of Town[/headline], giant coffee in one hand, GPS unit in the other.
Wife Anne assures that men in white coats are taking good care of him and that designers are clamoring to design his straitjacket”
{Headline tags and following in body of release}
My thoughts for the day inspired by Wil’s realization that he’s out of ideas:
-“Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. E.L. Doctorow
-“The waste basket is a writer’s best friend.” Issac Singer.
Isn’t that always the way? Get a little success and you forget about us little people? *sniff*
my comment for the day is I can’t type when I
am tired.
“Youth is, after all, just a moment, but it is
the moment, the spark, that you always carry in
your heart.”Raisa M. Gorbechev.
(do not know if they are related..just a cool quote from a calendar!)
Wil,
You don’t have to worry about the reruns, but why not just tell an interesting story from you TNG days? You probably have a million of em and we would love to hear just one of them. Or hell just tell us how you got started in improv. Not everything on a blog has to be about recent events. Especially when that blog belongs to no other but Wil FUCKING Wheaton.
Boy, you need amphetymines, marijuana and glucose.
These 3 ingredients seem pretty inocuous by themselves. But brought together, they will turn you into a “no sleep needin'”, “creative minded – if, a little para!” unstoppable speed feind!
Try it, you might like it!
yay wil didn’t get abducted by aliens!
yeah i’m weird.
Nyarl – Steve Austin (aka the Six Million Dollar Man) had TWO bionic legs. Both of ’em. It was only one arm, though, the right one.
Wil – Grab a six pack of Black Butte Porter (from Deschutes Brewery – http://www.deschutesbrewery.com/) and go to the beach.
Somebody say OPIUM? That’ll help the over-extention.
Opium is also supposed to be very good for igniting those creative juices. Samuel Taylor Coleridge is alleged to have written Kubla Khan under the influence of Opium. Of course, Samuel Taylor Coleridge is dead, too. Not completely surprising, all things considered.
As another word-artist, I must agree that the pain of Writer’s Block is excruciating. But the joy when the muse flows through your veins makes up for this.
Oh dear, I was the one who first mentioned opium. Please do not become a junkie, Wil, or I shall never forgive myself. :~)
And yes, quite frankly we’re such devoted fans we’d happily read any drivel you put up here.
Can’t you dig out a diary from when you were 15 or something? That would make us giggle…
Hey, Wil, I’d stick to acting there, bud :). The last thing we need is a “Wil Wheaton Sings” albumn floating around. π
Hey Wil…What would you say to a guest writer?
Maybe Annie or your Mother could fill in for you.
Newspaper guys do it when they go vacation.
I think a lot of us would be very interested to here your Mom’s glowing stories of her little wil.
What abought Ferris? Eating and sleeping all day put Ferris to work.
Give it a thought, HUH?
“Of course, Samuel Taylor Coleridge is dead, too.”
That reminds me of the old joke… If George Washington were alive today, what would he be famous for?
.
.
.
… Old age.
At least opium has the advantage of not having been in the limelight for a few decades. These days, it’s all about the crack, and the heroin, and the nastynasty pot.
Honestly. It’s time we went back to the oldies-but-goodies, like opium and absinthe.
Ah, Henniger. I grew up within walking distance of both Eaton Canyon and the hiking entrance to the trail. Living on the westside now it’s strange to look out my window and not see the San Gabriel mountains.
The thing that always got me about Henniger is that it was always rated like an Easy hike. Let me tell you, it’s not – there’s very little even terrain and you’re in the sun pretty much the whole time.
Wil – you should go hike the trails at the top of Lake Avenue, the waterfall back there is really nice and also Cheney Trail/Millard Canyon/Sunset Ridge/Mount Lowe area. Good stuff.