Martini Shot

A friend of mine was running an action adventure show not too long ago, and he heard what I think is the worst pitch ever from a writer who wanted a free-lance episode . . .

The other night I was out walking my dog, and as I was bending over to scoop up her nightly HazMat, I noticed a couple of large index cards on the ground . . .

Here's what you need to bear in mind, for this particular story to pay off. First, I like to cook, and I have a refrigerator and freezer in my garage filled with obscure cuts of pork . . .

I don’t know the exact demographics of this podcast, so sadly, I think I need to say this before I get going: Years ago, there was a show on American television called “Webster.”

I don’t have a clever way to start this, so I’m just going to start it. I just came back from a week in Costa Rica, where I went and drank ayahuasca for four nights . . .

The worst thing you can tell anyone who nevertheless probably needs to hear it is, "Calm down."

I was with some stand up comedians recently – all of them successful – and when the subject of another stand-up comedian came up . . .

There’s a great old movie called The Women — it’s from the nineteen thirties, but it still seems hip and contemporary . . .

I don’t know how to tell this story, and I can’t imagine that I won’t regret it. But here goes . . .

The scariest words in the English language are, “You don’t remember me, do you?”