A word to those of you who take the time and trouble to respond to this blog. I read (gratefully) every one of your communications. I wish I could respond to each of you, but time doesn't allow it. Here, however, are a few responses.
To singleindixie: My wife agrees with you. The last thing she says to me as I leave for the taping is, "Smile!" The fact is that all my life people have been asking me, "What's wrong?" when I'm perfectly content, which has led me to the conclusion that my face in repose is as gloomy as Will Ferrell sees and portrays it. I know it does no good to insist that I'm happy, no matter how somber I look. I should just smile more. So, next time you see me smile on the show, singleindixie, you can take credit for it.
To DJW: The Inside the Actors Studio you see on Bravo is pretty much uncensored. The network's good about that -– within limits. You can find the unbleeped, uncensored answers to my "What's your favorite curse word?" question, in my memoir Inside Inside. It's pretty steamy, especially when the women cut loose.
To Mejc from Slovenia: How do you "know for a fact" that the substance Ricky Gervais was referring to was snuff? Is snuff commonplace in Slovenia? I've never encountered any here, and wouldn't know whether to light it, inhale it or chew it. What Ricky was referring to was a blackcurrant pastille for the throat. Grether's makes them in England, in the little "golden shiny box" you admired, so you can probably get them in Slovenia.
To Melanie A. Stinson: I'm glad you're enjoying Inside Inside, and especially glad that we shared the Benjamin Harvarvy ballet experience. I agree with you that he was a remarkable teacher. You mention a connection to Detroit and a "divine mystery." Right on! Write on.
Until the next blog…