Sorry I haven't been around in a while.  As most of you know by now, my wife, Jenna Fischer, broke her fucking back three weeks ago at the NBC upfronts.  As you might imagine, this kinda sucked.

I was out with my buddy Stevie Blackehart when I got a text message from Jenna saying she had hurt her back and was in the hospital.  I then talked to Jenna, who was in a great deal of pain.  She told me she had fallen down some stairs and hurt her back, and they were going to take some X-rays. 

Stevie and I went back home and waited around for the results.  An hour later we got a call from Angela Kinsey, who went to the hospital with Jenna, and told me Jenna had fractured her back in four places.  This was much worse than I expected.  We found out later that she had also torn a ligament in her arm. 

I got onto a plane right away and flew into New York.  By this time Jenna was out of the hospital and back in the hotel where she was staying (and would be trapped for nearly three weeks).  She was able to walk a little, albeit very slowly.  But she wasn't able to get in and out of bed, etc.  Being that I have a penis, nurturting doesn't exactly come easy to me, but I did my best.  I vomited food into her mouth like a mother bird would to her babies but, for some fucking reason, she didn't find this too calming.

Anyway, it was an awful situation, and I hate seeing Jenna in pain.  Everyone kept saying, "God, you're so lucky!  She could have hurt her spinal cord and had permanent damage!  Or she could have cracked her skull!"

Honestly, if we were TRULY lucky, Jenna would have just not slipped on the stairs and made it to the bottom safely.  But I see their point.

Whatever the case, we're back in L.A. as of Monday night.  Jenna is much better.  There's marked improvement every few days.  She's walking around fairly normally, and she can get in and out of bed on her own.  She's mostly stayed off the pain pills so as not to get all Limbaugh on me (for which I'm grateful). 

I've gotten all of your messages, and we're grateful for them.  I have been completely swamped and unable to return hardly any of them, though, and I'm sorry for that.  I must give a shout out to the James Gunn Appreciation Society who first suggested that people make a donation to Rover Rescue (www.roverrescue.com) instead of sending cards or gifts (and then printed my note coincidentally suggesting the same thing).  Office Tally and Give Me My Remote helped out by reprinting the note as well.  Rover Rescue has made a couple thousand dollars for this, for which we're very grateful.  That's a lot of dogs who will find happy homes because of you guys -- so thank you.

Okay.  So let's get back to normal a bit here...

First of all, speaking of the James Gunn Appreciation Society, the brand new website (www.jgas.org) is incredible.  It just commenced this weekend! I very much appreciate what they've done there.  You can register and talk on the message boards (www.jgas.org/forum/).   I will stop by and answer questions there as they come up.

Secondly, before I left, I was just about to post some photos from the Saturn Awards.  The event was a real blast.  Rainn Wilson and Jenna did a great job presenting the best TV show award (for BATTLESTAR GALACTICA), and Nathan Fillion presented me with the Filmmaker's Showcase Award.

I don't know if this translates, but Nathan was cracking me up by practicing his speech about me before the show, the whole time mouthing the word "fucker" and "fuck you."  I'm laughing even now as I put up this photo.

Rooker and Rainn Wilson, two of the members of our very fun table.

Jenna, Holiday Reinhorn (incredible writer and wife to Rainn), and Rainn.

 My agent Charlie Ferraro, and you know the rest...

Rooker and SLiTHER producer Eric Newman.  Eric also won the best picture Saturn that night for CHILDREN OF MEN.

You know what this blog needs?  More pictures of me and Nathan.

Nathan calling me a "big fat liar" in his speech (true), claiming it's impossible to believe a single interview I give (a little bit true).

Me during my speech, thanking him for trusting me with his friendship and deepest secrets (his glory hole addiction, his sex tape with Ron Pallilo, etc).

Me during my speech, questioning how my manager and agent, Peter Safran and Charlie Ferraro, can mess around sexually but not consider it gay.  Isn't that kind of weird?  They consider it, like, playtime.  But to me, one man putting his penis inside of another man's butt is the very definition of gay.  But that's just me.

Posing for photos backstage.

You think this is funny now, but, when I wouldn't kiss him back, he raped me.

Ahh, the golden days of yore with the nice, healthy back. 

I took my life into my own hands after the awards by ditching my limo and having Rooker drive me to the after-party.  Sitting this close to him mighta made me sterile.

I met this guy at the after party.  His name is Ray Griggs, and he's fucking crazy.  He had a life savings of five million dollars, and he spent it all on a TRAILER FOR A FUCKING MOVIE he wants to make.  Five million dollars!  I tried to explain to him my first whole feature length film cost 350,000 (Tromeo & Juliet), and my second cost one million (The Specials), but he insists this is a project that needs it.  I actually watched his trailer (which is more like a short film), and it was very well done.  But still, he's the craziest, most risk taking motherfucker I've ever met and, for that, I think he deserves major props.  Maybe I'll interview him in a future blog.  You can find out more about his movie, Lucifer, at the official website (www.luciferthemovie.com). And, finally, there's some fun interview footage from the Saturn Awards available -

Nathan and I messing around in the press room

Nathan and I talking about Nathan's insane fans and making fun of the Green Lantern

Interview with Jenna and me

Be good,

James