Tension mounts in the RiffTrax Live: Godzilla war room
Thanks to all who attended our Rifftrax Live: Godzilla show.
An anecdote, if you’ll permit me.
This photo was at a script meeting that took place two days before the show and our rented room was adjacent to some sort of Real Estate meeting or something. Writer Sean Thomason and I ducked out for a coffee and saw, as it turned out, the keynote speaker yell at some poor hotel attendant carrying a tray, “WHERE’S THE BATHROOM?!?!” in a tone that suggested, “Where did you tricky, lesser people hide the facilities?” or “Why, when I, a man who owns cufflinks that cost more than your yearly rent, needs to urinate, does a urinal not appear before me, clad in gold leaf, you whelp?!”
Anyway, we took a break about four hours later and passed the room in which he was STILL speaking; three hundred people who looked as though they could not endure another miserable second watched as this clown droned on about something that sounded to me like, “Business business business, circle back, drill down, business business, change our head-set, business, contract for deed, business!”
So that’s the kind of guy who deserves to have bathrooms NOW in places he expects them to be, not in other places, damn it!
To anyone who might be going to Dragon Con and might be interested —
I’m on the roster and until a few weeks ago had planned to go, but I’m dealing with a weird health problem right now that would make being there for a few days difficult. The details are not that interesting, but if anyone is curious: in July I started wondering if I’d had a stroke or a brain tumor after a few weeks of not being able to see right, with a side of severe migraines / neck pain. I was diagnosed with a paralyzed nerve; cause mostly unknown. It’s making me literally see double, so I have to wear an eye patch (not as cool as Snake Plissken made it look!) in private and strange wedged glasses when I don’t want to look like a lazy pirate cosplayer in public. Neither quite do the trick, as I learned in our RiffTrax Live show a few days ago. I made it through that show by keeping focused pretty hard on my script, which was printed in a ridiculous 18-pt. type. But prepping for the show was an exhausting and uncomfortable few days of headaches, neck pain and straining to see, so it was difficult despite my awesome, friendly and understanding colleagues.
So I apologize to anyone who hoped to see me there, if such people exist! Also very sorry to my host Ken Plume who was once again kind enough to invite me, and gracious when I told him I couldn’t make it. I also feel sorry for myself (downright whiny, I fear) that I won’t be able to hang out with pals I don’t get to see anywhere but there during most years.
BUT if all goes well my weirdo eye problem will be gone in six months or so and I hope to make it to Dragon- and other -cons next year, especially since I’m excited to get my new comic book out into the world. In the meantime I’ll be keeping a fairly low profile except for the RiffTrax Live show in October, where my onstage script will probably have one -and only one- word on each page. Hopefully this is all part of me mutating into some new, highly-evolved form of life. That could happen, right?
On May 13 an MRI found 20 tumors in my husbands brain. On May 15 he could barely breathe and was in a lot of pain. A CT scan that day revealed he had a softball-sized tumor in his lung, tumors in his other lung, his liver and possibly his bones. On our way home from the imaging center our primary…
Last year I had the pleasure of meeting and spending time with Zoe Keating and her family as fellow performers on the Jonathan Coulton cruise. Zoe is a lovely person, and her live cello performance simply blew me away. I think it’s fair to say that I wasn’t alone in being floored by her music. It filled the ship’s huge theater with palpable waves of emotion I rarely feel from live music, and at the same time it was geekily fascinating to watch her perform it. Zoe uses live electronic sampling and repetition to create the sound of multiple cellos: it is all performed, recorded, and layered in live onstage. She is a true artist. It was a privilege to spend time with her.
So it was heartbreaking to read recently that her husband Jeff (who I was also lucky enough to meet) had been diagnosed with cancer, and then INFURIATING to read just today that the insurance company is playing evil games with their family. Details in Zoe’s blog, link above.
Zoe and her family could really use a break at this time. One thing you can do to help is BUY SOME OF HER MUSIC. You will not regret it! Here’s her website: