I will be animated (yellow).

I'm in a corner in Sydney Domestic Airport Terminal 2, trying to stay awake. I've already signed a copy of The Graveyard Book, for someone who'd figured out where I was from Twitter. My plane takes off for Tasmania in 2 hours. I just have to keep going until then.

I'll be appearing on Saturday Night at the Mona Foma festival in Hobart, accompanied by the amazing Four Play String Quartet, and MORE paintings by Eddie Campbell, reading The Truth Is A Cave In The Black Mountains. And perhaps other things.

I meant to write a proper blog about the wedding, and I shall.

Until then, a quick recap. I went home. it was cold.

I went to San Diego and spoke to Nancy Pearl in front of an audience of librarians.

I went to LA, and recorded my part in an episode called "The Book Job". It was written by Dan Vebber (and the many Simpsons writers, some of whom I met, and one of whom stage-whispered "So that was Banksy!" as I left) and masterminded by Matt Selman, who is the most nervous person I know. Matt was my director, and was terrific and reassuring (Him: "Can you do an American accent that would sound to Americans like Dick Van Dyke's English accent sounded to you?" Me: "Er...")

Matt and I can be seen looking terrified in the studio at http://twitpic.com/3p6myi

Me and Topiary...

The view from the recording studio...

I play myself. I play a very different version of myself to the me I played in Arthur, though. For a start, I do not appear in anyone's falafel. Also, I expect I will be yellow.

Probably this is all I shall be remembered for.

It'll be out in about a year. I still hope to be a head in a jar on Futurama one day.

I did a charity photo project for photographer Allan Amato, that you will find out about one day, said hello to Amber Benson in a coffee place where I was meant to be meeting my agent (but didn't).

We met. We were extremely serious, and planned a prison break and world domination together. (See photo for proof.)

And then I flew here. Bought a SIM card for my phone.

Couldn't have survived the trip without Cat Mihos making my life work and getting me from place to place. (Go to Neverwear.net and tell her she is wonderful, because she is.)

We'll board soon. I should buy a neck pillow.

Labels: not being crushed by The Simpsons, Topiary, Why is there no label about topiary already?