Author: Wil

“. . .until a few years ago it was our only option when we had the sort of desire to piss off our parents that only a impulsive and instantly-regretted tattoo could fulfill . . .”
I swear to jeebus, Andy Inhatko is one of the best writers I’ve ever read.

Quick update:
I’m home from an AWESOME convention in Vegas, where I had MASSIVE funtimes.
But I’m CRAZY BUSY with lots of stuff, so I don’t have time to write anything worthwhile for the WWdN. I actually had auditions yesterday, and today! Anne’s birthday is on Friday, too, so I’ve been getting that ready. You see, her birthday won’t happen unless I get it ready. It’s part of the new cruelty.
Speaking of the new cruelty: I can’t. effing. believe. that The Terminator is running for governor of my state. And has a chance.
Maybe I’ll go ahead and run, too.
Site update: Thanks to loren, Josh, and jbay, who got everything back in order after the server move. TextAds are back in full-effect, and everything else seems to be working fine, as well. And if you want to get an e-mail almost every time I update the site, send a message to [email protected].
Shipped tons of books today, so those of you who were totally screwed by me being totally stupid can start checking your mailboxes with the reasonable expectation of finding a package from yours truly inside.
Heh.
“Package.”
“Inside.”
Yeah. It’s the innuendo that’s sweeping the nation.

Just got back from an awesome day at the beach with the kids for Ryan’s birthday.
We swam, we skim boarded, we boogie boarded, we ate melted cupcakes (sweet cuppin’ cakes!) and we rolled each other in the sand until we looked like Churros. Yeah, it was a great day.
Now I get to assemble the bad ass trampoline we got Ryan for his birthday.
That’s right. I’m an official suburbanite. I own a trampoline. My friend Ryan, who has four kids, told me, “Jeeze, even *we* don’t have a trampoline.”
Website-related note: I will most likely be closing down the cafepress store before the end of next week. CafePress and I have come to a disagreement that doesn’t show any signs of resolution. So if there’s something in there that you simply must have, now’s the time to get it.

Today is Ryan’s 14th birthday.
Fourteen, man. When I met him, he was six. I told him last night how lucky he is to have a normal life: When I was his age, I’d already done Stand By Me, and was about to start Next Generation.
Today, we’re taking him to the beach, and then off to a baseball game. If there’s something better than a baseball game with kids, I don’t know what it is.
Oh, wait, yes I do, and it rhymes with Olympic Gardens.
Heh.
I’m going to be offline from tomorrow morning until Monday. Anne and I will be in Las Vegas for the big Creation Star Trek convention. Check the audio blog for reports.

Yesterday, I went my my friend Russ and his friend Jed, and had my first official “pitch” meeting. It’s sort of like an audition, but instead of taking some producers a character that I’ve developed for a show that already exists, we take the concept for a show, and tell network executives why they’d like to produce it.
I hope it is the only pitch I ever have to go through, because it was awesome. We met with four execs at Sci-Fi Channel, and they were all cool. They totally got what our show is about, and they seemed pretty excited about it.
More importantly, I had a lot of fun when I was up there, because the people we met with let us have fun. They totally made me feel like we were all on the same team, working out this cool idea, making big plans for big fun, like they were happy to spend some of their morning with us. It was veyr different from most meetings I go into, where the person across the desk makes me feel like I’m a burden on their life for even walking in the door.
We joked about lots of stuff. My favorite moment went like this:
Jed, one of the creators of this idea, said, “Wil is going to host the show, but he’ll be more of a character than he is right now.”
I had no idea WTF that meant, and I think it sort of confused everyone in the room, so I said, “Yes, I’ll be exactly like I am now, but funner, smarter, more charming, and better looking.”
I paused for just a second, and said, “Yeah, I’ll be just like me, but better.”
We all laughed, and I gave Jed lots of shit about it when we were done. He told me that he was trying to compliment me, but it just didn’t come out the way he intended. Sort of like me and Jonathan Frakes, when I told him “I can totally tell that you used to be cool.”