I'm Not A Big Fan

I Think I Failed Miserably On Newsradio. I Was Very Nervous Because Of The Caliber Of The Cast - Especially Dave Foley - So I Think I Did A Terrible Job.

It's Not Like I Would See Anyone And Be Like, "oh Yes, That Person Looks Like Maybe I Had An Impact On Them." I Don't Think I Did. I Don't Think I Ever Was That Well Known, To Have An Impact. And I Haven't Seen Comics That I Go, "oh, Yes! That Person Is Terribly Unprepared, With Their Notebook, And Going Off On 50 Tangents. There You Are. That's Me."

Last Night, I Went To A Birthday Party, And This Girl Brought A Cake And A Cheesecake. And The Other Girls That Lived In The Apartment, I Swear To God, All Night Long: 'you're Taking That Cake With You When You Go. That Cake's Not Staying In This House.' Like It's This Evil, Hope Diamond, Nuclear, Horrifying Cursed Thing.

You Get Pigeonholed By What You Sort Of Look Like. And I Don't Mean This In A Self-deprecating Way. I'm Grateful For Any Opportunity To Act. But I Think That If You're Not Classically Attractive Or Mainstream Attractive, Especially As You Get Older, There's Only Like Three Jobs That People Think You Do. Like, "police Officer Who May Be Gay." District Attorney Is A Big One. Lawyer. Doctor.

Sometimes I Am Very Pleased With Lifestyle And Sometimes I Feel Utterly Worthless Because I Have So Few Interests.