Tuesday, December 12, 2017

My 3000th Blog Entry.

3000 entries? It’s more of a curse than a blessing. So I just made a voodoo doll of myself that I’m going to beat some sense into.

Meanwhile, as is tradition, every time reach a milestone,  I re-post my five favorite entries of the newest 100:

My Fraternal Brother From A Different Mother. Years before me, Larry David was in the same fraternity I was in at Maryland. Until Larry and I hang, Steve helps me keep the secret handshake fresh. Get to know him here. 

My Good Acting Day. A good day of acting is better than a good day of work. See the bumper sticker in blog form here

I Celebrate The Good Celebrities. I used to only cringe when I saw the word “bruh” trending. Let’s praise the good people in part 1 here, and part 2 here.

You Thought Good Thoughts. Thanks to all of you, my mom is back in New York, and her eye is healing nicely. Send your bills my way, after reading this.

The Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center Emergency Room: An iPhone™ Photo Gallery. The last time my mom and visited the ER at 5 a.m., she was giving birth to me. There was a third less cursing this time – and fun pics here.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Reading With My Mouth Full.

Yesterday I left a plaster cast of my mouth at a bakery, so they know exactly how big to make the cupcakes.

Actually, I was there for a table-reading of a play. Yes, in a bakery. These are a few of my favorite things.

It’s always great to get together with fellow actors and do our thing, though I was probably the only one checking football scores in between my lines. The play is very good – a super-smart cross between Shakespeare, Greek mythology and Hamilton. I loved it. Almost as much as the unlimited pastry before, during, and after.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Yes, It’s Bad Here.

The best revenge is living well. Although arson works, too.

There’s a strong belief that the fires we’ve been having in LA were a result of arson, and whoever is responsible is a complete piece of shit. Fires normally don’t get this close to LA proper, and it’s been really scary.

Forgive the graphicness, but this really got to me: 30 horses on a ranch in Sylmar burned to death. Here’s hoping this all gets contained really soon.

Thursday, December 7, 2017


If I had to give up one of my senses, which one would I choose? Definitely my ability to see dead people.

I gave up all of my senses up yesterday, when I tried a sensory deprivation tank for the first time. I went to the facility in Venice hoping I’d have the same experience I’d watched people have on YouTube videos: out-of-body, life-changing, illuminating.

Instead, I sat up 90 minutes into my two-hour session, rinsed off, and left. It turns out that floating in silent darkness had no effect on me after the major progress I’ve received from 81 days-in-a-row of meditating. My brain is in a good place.

Was it the worst 40 bucks I’ve ever spent? Maybe. I’ve learned never to say ever.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

The Imminently-Titled Matt Shevin Project.

Work tip: buy a “World’s Greatest Boss” mug and drink out of it in front of your boss.

Or, skewer him with an honest portrayal of his ineptitude. The sitcom I’ve been writing is a workplace comedy, and now that I’ve finished scripting eight episodes, I took it out for a test-run last night with a mini table-read.

It was great to finally hear it out loud. I now know the episode I’m going to shoot first, and am officially in pre-production. I’m looking to start shooting it in the new year. Like a boss.

Monday, December 4, 2017

30 Seconds Of November.

Is no shave November just for men? Asking for all the Jewish gals and their mustaches back in NewYork.

While we await your answer, here’s my November, one second per day: