Updates, and a Note on Night Vale
So, once again, it’s been a while.
But can you blame me? (Well, I guess you couldn’t, but don’t.) I’ve been busy. First, I’m promoting and performing my storytelling and comedy show What Are You Afraid Of? It’s all about fears and phobias, dealing with them, and laughing at them. If you are in the New York area and like to see it live, the show is every third Sunday of the month at Union Hall in Brooklyn, and we also will be at Joe’s Pub on August 24th! If you think this sounds interesting and would like to bring it to a theater near you, or a college — and I have done a college show, and would love to — feel free to contact us through our Facebook page!
Then there are other people’s shows. Two of my most recent favorites can be found online: I was a guest on the lovely Katharine Heller’s show Tell the Bartender, where I discussed my pretty terrible first boyfriend, and I did an interview with Keith and the Girl! (Yes, the episode is called Boobs, but it makes sense in context. I’m sorry anyway, Dad.) I talked about OCD, filming Matilda, dealing with my mother’s death, being close with my family, internet harassment, Katy Perry, foot fetishists, my pick-up line, nerds, Alec Baldwin, Gary Oldman being terrible, The Americans, American Ninja Warrior, and had a great time. It’s probably the most honest and comprehensive interview I’ve ever done, so if you want an insight into what I’m like when I’m not hiding behind my cat-hair covered MacBook Pro, check it out.
There’s also the book, which has occupied a lot of my time. But nothing’s final, and let’s not jinx it. Just promise me you’ll buy it.
Now, on another note…
When I was little, all I ever wanted was to hang out with the big kids. My brothers and their friends and girlfriends were all so cool, so smart, so funny, and I wanted so badly to be part of their world. I’m lucky to have had them indulge me every so often, letting me come along on their adventures, letting me feel like I was cool, smart, and funny, too.
A year and a half ago, I found a Twitter account that tweeted hilarious, dark, deceptively profound things. I wanted to know more about them, so I listened to their podcast. It was exactly my sense of humor and immediately my new favorite thing. I gushed about it to my friends, many of whom became immediate fans as well. “I feel like this fills a void I didn’t know I had,” one said. I agreed, there really wasn’t anything like it.
Well, maybe there was: I soon found out they were associated with one of my favorite theater groups, the New York Neo-Futurists. I’ve had friends in the Neos, so I was able to meet them and tell them how much I loved what they did. I must have been feeling bold, because I asked them to let me know if they ever wanted or needed a voice-over actress.
To my surprise, they did.
A year ago, I sat with Joseph Fink in a small recording room and tried to be as creepy as possible. A month ago, I performed for 2,500 people at a Broadway venue with some wonderfully talented people as part of the Welcome to Night Vale two year anniversary show. A week ago, I performed in Montreal, Toronto, and Ottawa for thousands of people. The show has grown so much in the past year, gathering a rabid fan base, and it’s still dark, profound, and hilarious. Joseph, Jeffrey, Cecil, and Meg, the people who created Night Vale and got it started, deserve all the good that’s come of it. They are the rare people who are as kind and giving as they are talented and intelligent. All the people I’ve met or gotten to know through the show — Dylan, Symphony, Jackson, Hal, Marissa, Lauren O., Lauren S., Kevin, Jon, Eliza, Jasika, Jason, Marc with a C, Mark with a K, all of them — have been the same.
Every time I do a Night Vale show, I feel like I’m once again a little girl, surrounded by the cool older kids, awed by them and their talents. But they have indulged me and taken me along on their adventures. For that, I say thank you. It’s been an honor as well as a blast.