Author: Wil

Aw, Crap

I did this interview with Entertainment Weekly Online, to support the Star Trek Weakest Link…I know, it was risky, considering how brilliantly objective and reasoned their last story about me was…but I was assured by NBC, and by the guy who did the interview, that it was a different medium (Website vs. Print) and it would be okay….
So here’s the article…which is fine, except for “Crusher Crushed”…c’mon, how many times have we heard that?
Anyway, here’s the deal: I’m really scared about how this is going to come off. I’m not allowed to talk about the outcome of the show, so I’ll walk a very slim line here, while I try to explain some stuff.
I made a choice, when I went to play the show. I decided that I’d really play with Anne Robinson, and really go head to head with her, and never back down. Even though that’s not really my style, I thought it would be fun, and it was…but I’m really nervous, because, at the end of the show, one of the producers came up to me and said, “You’re really arrogant, aren’t you?”
I was stunned. Ask anyone…I’m lots of things, but I’m not arrogant. But I played it snotty with her, because I was playing with her at her own game, you know? So I begged them to please be thoughtful when they edit the show, because if they make me out to be a huge dick, it could REALLY hurt my career. All of a sudden, the guy who you used to love from TV and Movies has grown up, and he’s grown up to be a huge dick.
Perfect. Can I take your order? How about a nice Iced Tea to start, sir?
But here’s the thing that I’m really, really upset about: Roxann Dawson, who I don’t know at all, was, apparently very offended by something I said on the show. Here’s the quote from EW:

However, Roxann Dawson (”Voyager” sex symbol B’Elanna Torres) appears less amused when the married Wheaton jokes that he’s in love with her. ”Coming on to me on national television — when he knows my husband’s gonna watch the show — is just unfair, and frankly rude,” Dawson says to the camera. (We don’t think she’s joking)

So, I feel just terrible. I don’t know her, at all, and she seemed very nice to me, and I am really upset that she felt like I was rude to her, and that I was coming on to her, because nothing could be further from the truth.
I doubt it, but if Roxanne reads this, I want her to know that I meant absolutely no disrespect, at all. I am truly, truly sorry for that.
I just feel awful, and I’ve put in calls to my Star Trek friends, so I can phone her myself, and apologize to her.
*sigh*

Liquid Radio Players

So what are you doing on Saturday night?
I’ll tell ya what I’m doing…I’m performing with The Liquid Radio Players at the ACME Comedy Theatre!
I’ve posted about it before, so I won’t re-hash all the details, I’ll just encourage you to go and read them again.
Come on out and see us! You’ll be glad ya did!

Hella Hella Hella

I am really loving this.

Inward Singing

How cool is this?!
For the record, I only drink beers that you can’t see through, but I really appreciate the sentiment 🙂
Did you see the Leonids over the weekend? Wow. I watched them from my backyard, and, even through the haze and light pollution of the city I was able to convince my step-kids that the world was ending, and it was their fault.
How about the Simpsons Sunday? I was so happy to see completely random, unresolved, bizarre shit back on that show. I loved Bart just digging that hole. Up there with “Forbidden Donut”, if you ask me.
Guess who’s going to see Tenacious D, Weezer and Jimmy Eat World?
Well, lots of people, because it’s sold out. But guess who has the coolest brother in the world, whose cool fiancee gave him her ticket?
Oh yeah, baby. Jeremy’s fiancee totally passed the torch.
One last thing: I wrote some satire for BBSpot, and Brian published it! Before you read it, please read BBSpot’s WARNING first:“BBspot is a satirical news and comedy source and meant to be funny. If you are easily offended, gullible, or don’t have a sense of humor we suggest you go elsewhere.”
Oh, and rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated.

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Joy and Sorrow

We had my Aunt Val’s memorial service yesterday. It was really wonderful. We had it at her son’s house. The whole family gathered in his living room, and we all just shared stories and memories of her. It was the most perfect memorial service I’ve ever been to. See, I think that a service should reflect the person you’re (or yr, if you’re a hipster) remembering. I’ve been to so many funerals and memorials, where they have little or nothing to do with the memory of the deceased…and I always leave feeling cheated. But I really didn’t feel that way. All of us, just sitting in the living room, remembering how wonderful she was, and how special she made each person feel…
My mom had asked me if I wanted to say anything, and I told her that I would, but I just didn’t want to say, “Me, too.” So I looked through my bookshelf, trying to find someone else’s words that I could use to express the dichotomy within me: I feel like I should have this debilitating sadness. My Aunt Val was so important to me, that I feel like I shouldn’t be able to do anything but sob and grieve over her loss…but when I think of her, I feel happy, remembering all the cool things we did together, and what a simply amazing woman she was…the only time I’ve felt that crushing sadness was last night. I woke up in the middle of the night, with a start, thinking “Oh my god. Aunt Val is really, truly, gone.” It took me close to 2 hours to fall back asleep.
So I’m looking through my bookshelf, and all I have is Shakespeare (too flowery) and Wilde (not exactly appropriate for a memorial)…then I see, tucked in between my “Tao Te Ching” and my “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”, “The Prophet”, by Kahlil Gibran. It belonged to my Aunt Val, and she loaned it to me about 2 years ago. I remembered that it was so important to her, and I looked though it, to see if I could find something that was appropriate…and I did. I read the following, from a chapter entitled “Joy and Sorrow”:

Then a woman said, “Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.”
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

My Aunt Val was my delight.