Hey there, my little blog-babies!
First of all, happy belated Earth Day! To celebrate I shut off my brain to conserve energy. I also recycled a lot of jokes and ate only organic prescription drugs. No, I'm not a druggie. I have a legit excuse... this time. I tore my calf muscle last week while at work on Avatar. No, I'm not kidding. I'm still working on Avatar. I know we were supposed to wrap last July. But conveniently, they were able to reissue the same memo espousing a wrap date by simply changing the 2007 to 2008. Sort of like Bush's memo about the proposed Iraq withdrawal date.
By the way, regarding my injury, Captain Jim of the S.S. Avatar was mightily impressed by my utter inability to run from point A to point B without hurting myself in a major way. Honestly, so was I. How does someone run a marathon only to crap out jogging across a film set? Getting old ain't for sissies. I sat around the set for about an hour with an icepack strapped to my leg fishing for sympathy and praying it was just a charlie-horse. Finally, I asked to go to the ER because that's always fun. They said fine, but told me to keep my make-up on in case I was deemed okay to come back and finish out the day. I was touched by their confidence and was sure it came from a desire for me to be fine and not from the fear that they had wasted a day's pay on a defective avatar. As it turns out I wasn't able to finish out the day but everyone in the hospital was quite amused by the green dots all over my face.
I was on crutches for a few days but got to trade the walking sticks in for a stylish black Frankenstein boot. Sweet. Hopefully, I'll only have to sport this particular look for a few more weeks. Meanwhile, it's all about vicodin and worker's comp. In a further bit of mocap news, I got the call on Thursday that I'm officially on board for Tintin, the new Steven Spielberg film. We start shooting on August 18th here in LA. The test shoots we did in February were a blast so I'm very excited for the film to start.

Random thought:
"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly." - Chuang Tse

While we're still on the subject of work... It's official. My partner Natanya and I registered our production company this week. Winning Swimmer Productions has officially launched. I'll let y'all know when we get the website up and running and you can check out the projects we're developing.

You may notice a little something new to the right of the blog. My friend Linda, learned me how to rig this jalopy so that you can subscribe to my blog by RSS (whatever that is) or simply enter your e-mail and be automatically notified when I update my blog. How's that for convenience? Now you don't have to check in everyday with your hopes up only to have them dashed by the absence of new and titillating Woodyisms. You're welcome. Also, I corrected my settings to allow everyone to comment, not just those with blog accounts.
I've always been about inclusion, after all! Except for ugly people. I'm kidding. Ugly people are fine. As long as they aren't poor. Or unless their name is Betty. She's cool. And I don't love smokers. Or people who wear furs. Or furry people. Also, not a fan of people who drive Hummers, people who pop their collars, people who wear dog collars, dogs wearing clothes, cats that steal your breath while you're sleeping, and traffic. Especially, traffic caused by someone driving 12 miles an hour talking on their cell phone. I'm also not in to black licorice. I'm not being racist. My own mother eats it and I'm fine with that. Okay, it's entirely possible that my evening vicodin has kicked in. I'll be signing off now before I say something I really mean. :-o Until next time...
Peace and grooviness!