A design I did for my buddy Alex’s new sketch group. He’s a funny guy. A funny, violent guy.

*Note: This looks nothing like ALex. Unfortunately.

I’m playing around with stop-motion. I love it. I mean, I hate it. Also, I’ve discovered a small stack of some of my Polaroids. Remember the good ol’ days? Man, those old days were good.

Music by The Books.

Had an idea, and I’m trying to make it happen. I should be unveiling a new site tomorrow.

Oh, and I booked two really great commercials Friday. I’ll be shooting them this week. Pics to come.

Mom finally got around to looking at this site. Let me cut and paste something from an email I got a moment ago:

Yep. I’m glad she doesn’t know about my heroin and genocide habits.

And man, how emotive is that emoticon? It’s like I can feel her shame and broken-heartedness a thousand miles away. Well done, AOL. Well done.

Damn.

Thursday, R. Kelly was acquitted and Tim Russert died. Yesterday Shaun White and I were hanging out in hot pants, and today I got beat out of a part by a 7 foot tall Croation guy. What oh what will tomorrow bring?

It was for Pepto Bismol. All I needed to to was burp. Twice. The girl next to me was to read her lines, turn to me, and I would burp.

I practiced out in the lobby. I burp all the time. Loudy, broad, echo-y belches reminiscent of bears. It’s kind of a thing I do around the house. Ask my roommate.

And then I go in and can’t make a little burp to save my life.

The girl and the casting assistant tried to mask it, but they were ashamed of me. I was, and am, and will be, so embarrassed. I am no man. I am no man.

FROWNY FACE

So proud.

This is what I do:

Man I wish I had made this.

Wanna see pictures of my family? I know you do. Click the picture…