Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Actually, I donate every eight weeks simply because I can. People need it. Currently, only 1 in 30 people give blood, but 1 in 3 people will need blood in their lifetime.
This is my annual Red Cross plea. Do the math – if 1 in 3 need it, you’re gonna need it. So why not give? I understand if you don’t like needles, but trust me when I say they don’t hurt. The only painful part is being forced to watch Queen Latifah interview Ru Paul in the snack area. That’ll make you pass out.
And yummy snacks indeed, thanks to Keebler. Hey, they were generous enough to donate Chips Deluxe and EL Fudge – so you can part with a simple pint. Okay? Okay.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
It’s my second favorite film-promotion-based prank. My first comes from an article I read yesterday in The New Yorker, about Jonah Hill’s maturity:
“The Jonah Hill audiences fell in love with in Knocked Up and Superbad was an overgrown baby – a pudgy, party-loving scamp who’d hide behind cardboard cutouts of himself in movie theaters, then jump out to scare people.”
Monday, April 14, 2014
this bit in which he tried to get 50 celebrities to appear... Over the weekend, I had one friend post that his dad had shattered his elbow, and another that his dog had died. Facebook may want to look into an option to click besides “like.”
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
My short-term goal: book a role in the film I auditioned for yesterday.
You know when you leave the audition room if you nailed it or not, and it felt great. Because I err on the side of caution (my safe word is “burrito”), I can’t mention what the film is, but I hope to soon. And I really hope to be in it.
By the way, the pic above is a screen grab from the rehearsal session I had with my friend Ariel, who I can’t thank enough. I’ll find out in the next week or so, and if the news is good, then ladies and gents, start your boners.