Two words: worn out. Can you relate? I know I can. Between work, Twitter, Facebook, film projects, music vid cameos, Kelly, and this blog, I’m spent by the end of the day. Sometimes I forget that I’m just a real person, not a Disney tween star. I feel a lot like this frayed tire — weak and overused. The photographer here has made a bold choice by placing the center of interest in the middle of the picture. Normally I’d laugh at such an amateurish move, but somehow it works. It slaps us on the mouth with its meaning, without being too much. Like a human body, a tire is complex and made up of different layers molded together to give it strength. However after time, they come apart due to pressure. Tires aren’t magic, and neither are we. The only exceptions I can think of are Regis Philbin and Jennifer Aniston. But for the rest of us the message is clear: decelerate, and take a minute to cool down before we run too thin in today’s age of ubiquitous non stop activity.
The hippest nerd to occupy a cubicle spills the beans on his Office co-stars, talks about his adventures in Inglorious Basterds and recalls playing Scattergories with Michael Jackson.
Well, this Sunday, November 9th, I’m doing a show in New York City that I think has a very special lineup, so I want to encourage anyone in the New York City area to consider buying a ticket. It’s the closing night of the New York Comedy Festival, at Town Hall, and since the show is “B.J. Novak and Friends” I was allowed to choose the entire lineup. Instead of choosing my best friends, though, I screwed the festival over and chose my favorite young comics who I happen to be friends with. Ha! Take that, festival!
When Greg Daniels began developing an American version of “The Office,” the critically acclaimed British television series, the first person he hired was not Steve Carell, who would go on to become an international comic star, or any of the up-and-coming actors who would form the unrequited-love pairs known to fans as Dwangela and Jam.
