Order wisely when lunching with celebrities.

Star Trek stories will have to wait. The Far-Fetched HR Dept. says it's time for my six-month review.

Turns out, any one of us could be harboring an Id-monster, and it could bust loose at any time.

How I'm celebrating 55 years of Star Trek: by reflecting on the scary times the franchise was close to death, and the miracles that have saved it.

My trail of destruction: I caused a movie star's kid to be attacked by a shark, then I caused the death of a legendary movie director, then I caused a brilliant science fiction icon a moment of social awkwardness. What is wrong with me?

Do I regret taking a screenwriting class with an Oscar-nominated writer who single-handedly invented a film genre, then somehow failing to learn much of anything in the class? Yes, I regret that.

The story of the Kelly-Hopkinsville "Little Green Men" alien invasion is one of the best UFO stories of all time, and yet I was forced to cut it from my book, "The Close Encounters Man."

Probably the only time I'll mention porn in this podcast (but you have to listen all the way to the end to hear it).

I have a talk with my brother Dave about taking the silliness seriously while making Super 8 movie magic. Also, how did our parents not know how often the tarantula got loose in the house?

You understand that communication with an alien race would have to begin at the most basic level.