Today David Ian Lee barfed on the floor of the studio. He tried to blame his adorable little son Beckett. But we all knew better.
Later he tried to blame Beckett on the stinky smell but we're pretty sure David just pooped in his pants. Again.
If Edward Jay Epstein only learned how to use that little "return" key on the right of his keyboard he might actually have something interesting to say. But until he can write in more than one paragraph, I got no freakin' clue what he's talking about.
I liked his book The Big Picture.
Hugh Laurie's audition (presumably, I mean it's the Internet, it could be a load of lies) for House.
See? Decisions. Smallness. This is what so many non-pro actors miss in an audition. And that's even considering how badly framed he is and how terrible the sound is for Hugh. Well, then again, "horribly framed and bad sounding" is about par for the course as far as audition tapes go.
But no! More than that he is chewing the scenery for breakfast. Look, people love that -- especially when it's really small. You don't impress people by throwing furniture around but by looking around, up, and down. Overacting. It works (when done small.)