I Get To The Point Where I

My Father Has Positional Vertigo, And If He Flies He Gets Really Dizzy, So He Has To Drive Out To California, Which He Does A Couple Times A Year. We Talk, But We E-mail Mostly.

There's Something Really Great And Romantic About Being Poor And Sleeping On Couches.

Directing Is Monumentally Complicated And It's A Function Of All The Time You Pay To It. I Think It Would Be Great To Do A Movie I'm Not In, I Could Just Eat Fritos And Just Say, 'yeah, It's Good!' Some Day.

I Remember Back When I Was A Kid There Was A Comic Strip Called Plastic Man. His Body Was Elastic And He Could Make His Extremities As Long As He Wanted. As A Youngster I Didn't Fully Appreciate. But I'm Now Thinking Plastic Man Was Probably Pretty Popular With The Ladies.

I Have A Promptness Problem. I Am A Promptness-free Zone.