Monthly Archives: March 2004

slicin’ up eyeballs

I just got my schedule from Creation for the convention this weekend.
Now, I’ll be honest: I’m mostly posting this here because I’m too lazy to call my friends and family and tell them what’s up. (Crap. I just realized that writing it all out takes longer than making six phone calls. Shit.)
Well, here it is, anyway:

Schedule for Saturday, March 27.

  • 2:10 PM Performance of material from JAG and Barefoot
  • 5:30 PM Photo Op
  • 9:00 PM Dessert Party

At all other times, I’ll be in some autograph area hawkin’ my shit signing things, unless there’s someone really cool on stage, in which case I will be in the auditorium going fanboy.

Last year, they gave me 50 minutes to perform. I was able to read Hooters and The Trade from Just A Geek, and an excerpt from Sponge Bob Vega$ Pants (the “Star Trek: The Experience” section, for those of you following along at home. Be sure to turn the page when you hear R2-D2 whistle.) from Dancing Barefoot.
This year, I hope to get closer to one hour, and I’ll perform Hooters (It’s a good intro), the WFS story from Barefoot, and something else TBA from JAG.
Guess what I get to do now? If you said “Go see Dawn of the Dead with Darin, give yourself a prize, and GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
UPDATE: Just got back.
Huge plot holes, and a little “over shot,” but still a really good time, and a great break from the eye-twitch-inducing stress of the JAG deadline. I certainly enjoyed it more than The Shining Part II The Dark Half Strikes Back Secret Window.
I didn’t think of it as a remake, or even a retelling of the original. It just seemed to take the “there’s lots of zombies who can only be killed by head wounds, so let’s go to the mall” idea, and ran with it.
But, uhm . . . when the hell did zombies suddenly get to run fast? Did I miss a memo?

stay all day if you want to

You know those little buttons that are all over people’s websites? The ones that look just like the TON of buttons you see below?
I guess they’re called “stickers,” and today I found a totally badass UI to make them. I’ve always thought these little things were spiffy, kind of a different way to say “I like this stuff,” and be a little creative while you’re at it. I just wasted spent an hour or so making stickers, to give my brain a rest after writing all day.
Here are some stuff about me, or stuff I like ones:
I drive a VW Golf dancing barefoot wwdn monkey los angeles dodgers old school kings guinness
movable type version 2.661 pixies radiohead

And some that could be nifty for links:
homestar runner salon fark totalfark blogging.la bOINGbOING
the onion Best Week Ever
How about some love for XM?
lucy - XM 54 Ethel - XM 47 Fred - XM 44
And of course, we’ve got to have some Star Trek stickers:
tng deep space nine voyager
Okay, so consider yourself inspired! Get outta here and make some that are cooler than these . . . you know you want to.

missy aggravation some sacred questions

About a month ago, I announced that I’d be attending Creation’s Grand Slam convention in Pasadena this weekend.
I just wanted to remind WWdN readers about the event, and give you some fun details:

  • I will have copies of Dancing Barefoot available to sign!
  • I will be there Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
  • On Saturday, I’ll be doing a short (1 hour) performance of material from Dancing Barefoot and Just A Geek. If you’re planning on attending, and there’s a story you’d like to hear me read, leave it in the comments, and I’ll see what I can do.
  • There’s some sort of party thing on Saturday night. I’ll be attending that, too.
  • I really do have other CDs that aren’t The Pixies. That’s got nothing to do with the convention, but I thought you may want to know.
  • My friend Kathleen and I met up in Old Town last night and totally made a punk rock, DIY-style ‘zine out of our work at The Cult of the One Eyed Cat. We’ll have them at the convention, too. We didn’t make that many, though, so you should start lining up now, and then fight over them. That would be totally punk rock. \m/.
  • I have a few EarnestBorg9 T-shirts, and some OBEY WWDN shirts. I’ll bring them, too.

It should be a good time. We’re expecting rain this weekend, and there’s nothing quite like the smell of wet Klingon costumes. I’m really looking forward to that, yo.

if man is five, then the devil is six

I’m almost finished with my first *real* rewrite of Just A Geek. I’m right up to just about the end, when I found out that I got cut from Nemesis, and how I dealt with it. After that, there’s really just two brief chapters to clean up (mostly cutting a LOT of stuff out, plus some minor rewriting) before I write a whole new chapter that talks about Dancing Barefoot, and some of the stuff that’s happened since I finished the first draft of Just A Geek over a year ago.
It looks like I’m going to make my April 2 deadline! w00t!
So. I am a little fuzzy on some stuff, and I’ve been reading lots of old comment threads, to help jog my memory. I noticed a TON of comment spam in some of the old stuff, so I was manually deleting some things . . . and I just now came across an entry that I started, marked as a “draft” and never finished.
I have no idea what story I was going to tell here, but I thought it was kind of cool. An “unfinished symphony,” if I may be so bold.
It looks like I wrote this on June 21, 2002, at 11PM. It’s untitled.

Growing up, we never had very much.
We were poor white trash from The Valley, but my parents never let us know that. They never once made us aware of precisely how little we had, or how many sacrifices they must have made just to give my brother, sister and me birthday and Christmas presents.
I lived in a small and very unassuming house in the northeastern San Fernando valley community called Sunland/Tujunga. Back in the late 70s and early to mid 80s, our claim to fame was being a regular location for the hit TV series CHiPs.
Around 1982, one of the numerous times CHiPs was filming in our neighborhood, the kid next door (Steven, who was always putting his hand in his pants) rode his Huffy over The Big Hill, went over to the set, and returned with autographed photos of Larry “John Baker” Wilcox and Erik “Ponch” Estrada. Steven’s sister Tina was a few years older than we were and she was quite taken with Ponch. So I sold my autographed picture of Ponch to her for 5 bucks.
I guess 5 bucks had become synonymous with real wealth in my young mind, since it was the value of my precious Death Star, and I felt great pride shaking down Tina, extorting 5 glorious dollars from her in exchange for the picture that I didn’t care about having, anyway.
That 5 bucks went into a fund, which eventually was used to purchase an Atari 2600 at KMART. It came with Combat and 2 joystick controllers, and Invisible Tank Pong with the most walls remains one of my favorite games to this day.
I tell you this because I’ve just been hit with a painfully lucid memory of being 10 years old, sitting on the shag carpeting of our family’s den in Sunland, playing that Atari 2600.
That memory was brought on when I was sitting here, just an hour ago, playing Circus Atari on an Atari 2600 emulator.
I loved Circus Atari, but we didn’t have it, because playing it required the purchase of paddle controllers, which my parents just couldn’t afford.
But Kent Purser, one of The Cool Kids, had Circus Atari, and I always hoped for the casual invitation to come to his house on the weekend, and play it with him…

Maybe I was going to talk about Atari? Or how I never fit in with the cool kids? I can’t recall if I was invited to Kent’s house or not. I *do* remember an invite to this kid Steven’s house to watch Jaws on Beta, where the Cool Kids all ended up playing Atari and never gave me a turn (and we never watched the movie) . . . Maybe it was going to be something about how we were super poor White Trash when I was a kid, but my parents never let us “feel” poor? I have no idea. But I thought, “Hey, this is kind of cool,” when I saw it.
So there.
Goddammit. I’m supposed to be working, and all I want to do is go play Yars Revenge.

and the ground’s not cold

I had the best time ever when I recorded Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go.
I got there a few minutes ahead of my call, because it’s the first time I’ve ever worked for Walt Disney Feature Animation, and there was a ton of paperwork to fill out.
Filling out the forms was a challenge, because I kept losing my focus when I’d hear the voice of Brain, as in “Pinky and the” come out of the guy sitting across from me. Then there was the jaw-droopingly beautiful Tia Carrere, who positively floated into the lobby to work on Lilo and Stitch.
The fact is, the lobby at that studio was filled with a “who’s who” of voice talent, and I was just stunned that I got to be around them.
I got my forms filled out, signed in for the session, and sat there, breathing deeply and repeating to myself, over and over again, “Don’t go fanboy. Don’t go fanboy. Don’t go fanboy. Don’t go fanboy.”
By the time I was called into my session, I was (more or less) calmed down. Well, as calm as one would expect, given the circumstances.
I walked down a long hallway, and into the recording studio. It looked just like you’d expect: Two engineers sat at a huge desk covered with dials and faders, a producer sat on a small couch, and another producer sat near him at a table covered with pages from the script, character drawings, and a sweating can of Diet Coke. The whole room is dominated by a large glass window that looks into the sound booth, which is empty except for a music stand, headphones, and microphone.
When I walked in, I shook hands with the producers, who introduced me to the actor who had just finished. You wouldn’t know his name, but you’d sure know his voice! He said to me, “It’s great to meet you! I’ve been seeing your name all over town.”
“In a good way?” I said.
“Yeah! You’re on voice sheets all over the place. What have you been working on?”
“Well, I’m Aqualad on Teen Titans . . . ”
He snapped his fingers. “Yes! That’s it! I was just over there. Man, they love you!”
I had to bite down on my lip to prevent a Howard Dean Scream from escaping. I smiled, and hoped nobody noticed my trembling hands.
“That is so cool!”
One of the producers said, “Did you see the Master of Games episode that was just on?”
“Oh, you mean the one where Aqualad gets punked by Speedy?” I said with a laugh. “No, I was out at a show the night it was on. But I think they’re sending me a tape.”
He laughed along with me. “That was my episode.”
Uh-oh. Did I just piss him off?
I tried to save it with a joke. “Why you gotta be hating on Aqualad?”
“It was part of setting up Speedy,” he said, “but I tried to make Aqualad as scary and tough and cool as possible.”
“Rock.” I said, and threw a little, mini-goat by my waist. I noticed that my pinky was still shaking, so I put it down quickly.
“Well, I’ve got to get out of here,” the actor said. “It was great to meet you!”
“You too,” I said.
The producer called me over to his table, and showed me the character sketches. He gave me a run down on the show, and then he said, “I really like your voice, so just do whatever you want to do with this.”
“Really? Cool!!”
“Yeah. When Disney asked me who I wanted to play this role, I told them to get you, because I knew you as Aqualad.”
This is where I would have done a backflip, just like Todd Bridges on Diff’rent Strokes, if I was able to do that sort of thing. See, until he said that, I didn’t know why I’d gotten this job. I thought it may have been because I used to be on Star Trek, or because I was a minor celebrity, or something like that. Those are okay reasons to get a job, I guess, but he just told me that I earned this job because of my work on Teen Titans,and that’s the greatest feeling in the world.
“Gosh, thanks, man. That’s so cool! I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
The session director, a young woman who immediately puts me at ease, tells me that they’re ready, so I walk into the booth.
When the door closes behind me, it’s like I’m standing in the Cone of Silence. The only sound I hear besides the ringing in my ears is the excited pounding in my heart. On the other side of the glass, I watch the director press a button on top of what looks like a garage door opener. Her mouth moves as she looks at her script. A moment passes, and she looks up at me, expectantly.
I realize that, in my excitement, I’ve forgotten to put on my headphones. Whoops.
“I guess I can hear you better with these on,” I say with a laugh, and they laugh back.
The producer and director talk a little bit about the character, and give me incredible creative freedom to play around with different voices.
This is the most amazing thing in the world. I can feel their confidence in me, and it creates twice as much confidence in myself. I feel like I can do no wrong, so I clench my hands into fists, grit my teeth, tense up my whole body, and deliver some lines into the mic in this voice that I think sounds kind of cool.
“Hold on, Wil.” She says, and turns to the producer. Her thumb slips off the “talk” button, and all now I can see them talking, but I can’t hear a thing they’re saying. Judging by their body language, they’re happy. There’s a lot of nodding and smiling.
Wow. This rules!
I watch as the director nods vigorously, and thumbs the “talk” button. “That’s fantastic, Wil,” she says, “Let’s record this.”
What? I hit it on my first try? Really?! Cool!
This is the same thing that happens when I work on Titans: all the people involved, from the producers to the director to the actors, are super supportive, and encourage a creative environment, so I feel comfortable taking huge risks and playing characters that I’d never try on my own. I know it probably seems like it would always be like this, and maybe it is in the voice over world, but for the past several years, the bulk of my on-camera “acting” has been in auditions where that supportive, creative environment simply doesn’t exist.
We roll tape, and start recording. After most of my lines, I watch through the glass as the producers and the director talk with each other. I can tell that they’re happy with what I’m doing, and my spirits just soar. I totally haven’t let them down, and a few times, the producer talks to me himself. “That’s just awesome, Wil,” he says, “That was really, really cool.”
Man, I wish I could do that backflip. This is really fun.
I only have 17 lines in this show, plus some crowd voices, a few random kids, and stuff like that, so I’m finished in less than an hour. When I take my headphones off, and step back into the Cone of Silence, I understand why so many people work so hard to make it into the voice acting world, and how lucky I am to be here.
When I walk out of the recording booth, one of the producers, who has been sitting on the far side of the room with a sketchpad, (either looking at character models to see if the voice I’m doing matches up, or sketching character models based on my voice — I’m not sure) jumps up and meets me at the door. He extends his hand, and tells me how much he liked what I did, and says, several times, “We’re going to have you back. We’re going to work with you again.”
I try to remain professional, but I can’t completely contain my enthusiasm. I tell them how much fun I had, and that I hope to come back for more shows in the future. They all assure me that I will.