I feel sort of like someone who was invited to a Halloween Party and shows up in costume (“Hey, look! I’m Goku from Dragonball Z!”) only to discover that he is the only guest who bothered to dress up. Last year, we agreed to participate in NBC/Uni’s Green Week by producing a “green-themed” episode for the event. “All of the cool kids are doing it!“we were assured. So, we ultimately came up with the Martin Gero tour-de-force Brain Storm, an episode he wrioe, directed, and produced. It airs tonight, by the way, and if any of you have questions for Marty G., feel free to post them as he has kindly consented to swing by the blog (once I’m back from Tokyo) and answer them.
Anyway, I’m freaking Goku and everyone else is milling about in their civvies, sipping champagne, snacking on finger sandwiches and wondering who the hell is that guy with the crazy hair and orange pyjamas. I haven’t felt this betrayed since that time I played Risk with Paul and, surrounded late in the game, I agreed to surrender my army on the condition that I be granted a full pardon and comfy exile only to have Paul renege on his promise and cast me off the cliffs of Madagascar.
To the many fans out there concerned about Jason Momoa, I spoke to the big guy this afternoon and he’s doing fine. He’s on the mend, in usual high spirits, and looking forward to eventually coming down to Vancouver and kicking some alien ass. I let him know you were all worried about him and he greatly appreciates the thoughts and well-wishes.
Well, I’m almost off to Tokyo. This time tomorrow, I’ll be staggering around the streets of Ginza in a jet-lag-induced stupor. Allow me to leave you with some behind-the-scene pics I’ve been meaning to get around to posting…
Today’s entry is dedicated to flygirl and everyone else struggling through these tough economic times. It’s also dedicated to our buddy Jason Momoa.