Thursday, June 22, 2017
Good foresight, Dad. Somewhat related, I received this email the other day:
Hi Matt,I let him know that unfortunately, it was a joke. To Zach’s credit, he replied:
I’m a writer for Newsweek. I’m working on a story where I interview people who have tattoos of Bill Cosby, in light of his criminal trial. I did some googling and randomly landed on an old blog post of yours.
Do you actually have a Bill Cosby tattoo or was that a joke?
Hey Matt,Good man. Here’s his story:
Would you be interested in getting a Bill Cosby tattoo so I can profile you for my story?
(Just kidding. Thanks for the quick reply.)
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
I fully get why he’d call it quits – it’s the same reason why he’s selective about his films. He’s either out or WAY in. He’ll spend six to 12 months in super method preparation, and it’s a bitch. He learned to speak Czech for The Unbearable Lightness of Being, channeled rage for Gangs of New York and confined himself to a wheelchair for his role in My Left Foot. I’m not sure if this is entirely accurate, but Daniel is so method, that for the role of Abraham Lincoln he spent ten months on the side of a penny.
As a huge fan, I’m bummed he’s walking away, but on the other hand, didn’t he do this once before? He moved to Italy and became a shoemaker for like five years. He’ll be back.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
In a nice display of showbiz respect the other night, Los Angeles projected the bat signal on city hall in honor of Adam West, who passed away last week.
This is the kind of stuff that makes LA unique and cool and inspiring. We don’t have your regular history here – no presidential monuments or architectural expression. We create ways to help people escape, or maybe laugh, or experience community. Adam West was a major part of our history, and a class act, and I love that we responded appropriately.
Monday, June 19, 2017
He did, of course, remember to wake me early yesterday when it was time to poop and sunbathe. Nothing like opening your eyes to that giant noggin.
It’s been ten years since my dad passed. I do miss the man, but luckily someone else took over raising me and teaching me everything I know. Happy Father’s Day, internet.