Short entry today since I'm going to be attending some of the SXSW stuff today (read: getting annoyed at a bunch of out-of-town douchebags who won't stop talking about their blogs and their mini iPods).
In the days since I've emailed Warwick Davis, I've gotten a little despondent. Each time I checked my email and saw no response, it was like a dagger in my heart. The interview was a beautiful idea and so easy to realize, yet the Lords of the Internet had conspired against us. Had I offended them with the Haiku contest? Were they opposed to the Bicentennial interview? I cursed the heavens and briefly considered swearing off the internet entirely.
And then, in my darkest hour, something funny happened. I checked my email this morning and for once, there was a message from someone who wasn't interested in increasing the size of genitalia. Well, maybe the sender was somewhat intrigued with that, but it wasn't explicitly in the email. Instead, all this person wanted to talk about was an interview. The origin of the email? A little spot in Merry Old England known as Warwick Davis's office. There is only one fitting response to this news: Praise the Lord and pass the biscuits!
I can't celebrate just yet, though. The text of the email said Warwick was a busy man, but that if I sent in my questions, he'd try to answer them. That makes sense; we're talking about one of the stars of Return of the Jedi here. If Warwick Davis didn't have anything going on in his life, he wouldn't be worth interviewing. All I can hope is that if I send in my questions this weekend, he'll have enough time to answer before the Bicentennial Express rolls through the station. If not, well, it was a noble effort. I'm confident we can get a response, though. If I could get Carlos Jacott mad enough to threaten to sue me, I can get Warwick to answer a few questions.