Thursday, July 19, 2018
My foot didn’t require quite as many, but it’s been an uncomfortable two weeks. Thank god the stitches come out today.
Truth be told, a couple have already come out prematurely. But it’s okay – my dad was a foot surgeon, and I’m used to disappointing them.
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
I braved it anyway yesterday with my good friend Joe. He refers to me as Matty McShevin, and I love everything about it.
And I highly recommend Pho Hoan My. They make the best #57 in all the greater Winnetka area.
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Me (after seeing a text that’s longer than two sentences): “Holy shit, I just do not have the time for this.”
However, my friend Mark recently recommended a new book that sounded so fascinating, I immediately bought it. I’m just 40 pages in, and it’s holding up to its publisher’s billing:
The larger-than-life journey of an 18-year-old college freshman who set out from his dorm room to track down Bill Gates, Lady Gaga, Steven Spielberg, and dozens more of the world’s most successful people to uncover how they broke through and launched their careers.The book starts with Alex Banayan needing to fund his mission, so his first step: hack “The Price is Right.” Yes, please.
Monday, July 16, 2018
Friday, July 13, 2018
Last night, I played doctor on myself, after I disobeyed my surgeon’s orders to not get the stitches wet (I’m not going to skip showering for one day, let alone two weeks) and my bandage became bunched up badly.
So I rewrapped it myself. Not too shabby, I must say. And thank god, because the earliest I can see myself again is late August.
Thursday, July 12, 2018
In my inbox earlier this week was this casting notice:
My eyes popped out of my head. Then I forwarded it to my friend Jeff, a fellow Jets fan, and his response was rich: “I’d say you’re too good-looking and have too few pounds and tattoos.”
A challenge. So I submitted myself for it, including a heartfelt note which read “I’m a huge Jets fan from New York!!”, and now I wait. If the casting process were any slower and more unreliable, it would be playing quarterback for the Jets.
Bring me in.
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Or, it could be one of a flurry of texts I’ve been receiving this week as I make major strides in the pre-production of my pilot. I start shooting a month from tomorrow, and I’ve been locking down locations, pulling permits, and hiring crew. I love it.
My parents always taught me to pursue my dreams. That’s why I take so many naps. Kidding. Barely sleeping. I love it.
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Then there’s Ricky. The other night, he had a very upset stomach, and was aware enough to wake me up every hour to let him out, so he could do his mess outside. But with the surgery on my foot scheduled in the morning, I worried about leaving him alone.
I returned later that day to find that Ricky had had an accident, but somehow knew to slip into my shower and have it there, so he wouldn’t ruin my floors and I could easily clean it up. I was overwhelmed.
Good boy? Great boy.
Monday, July 9, 2018
Turns out not a cure. So on Friday, I had surgery on my foot to fix an old injury. I then spent the weekend elevating it and attempting to keep the bandage dry in the shower. Mission accomplished/horrible failure.
And talk about adding insult to injury – my neighbor John told me my foot looks fat in that post-op shoe. But on the bright side, I only have to wash half as many socks, and on the really bright side, I’m not a horse.
Friday, July 6, 2018
Thursday, July 5, 2018
But nothing is more American than the Nathan’s hot dog eating contest, and yesterday, a new record was set: 74 hot dogs in ten minutes. I bet my nephew who would win, fully disclosing the contest had happened earlier and I knew the result.
He bet me anyway, and owed me 15 pushups. It’s like hosting a knife fight in geometry class.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
My nephew’s all-star season came to a close, as they were knocked out of their tournament. There was crying all around, but these tykes do it at the drop of a hat. They’ll slide into second base, be called out, and are bawling before they stand up, worried they let their teammates down. It’s kinda sweet. Kids really access their feelings.
But hey, it’s California. There’ll be another season in like ten days. Enjoy your offseason, dummies.