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.

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.

Meh.

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.

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.

And You Lost Me At “Pet Psychic”.

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:

 

Choose The More Egregious Red Flag.

1) Paramedics summoned to the kitchen at Pho Show

2) Four rolls of toilet paper at Bread & Porridge