I Love Seeing Tennis Up Close.

I Didn't Have An Imaginary Childhood Friend, But I Did One Day Imagine Somehow Tiny Green Men, And They Were Only Tiny And Green Because My Brother Had A Ton Of Toy Soldier Toys That Came On A Skateboard Plank Type Of Thing, And I Just Envisioned In This Car Driving To Church With My Mom, They Were There.

Home Is Where You Feel Unjudged, And Where What I Do Isn't Necessarily Stupid Or Wrong.

My Emmy Competition Is Awfully Good. My Stomach Is Already In Knots. The Problem Is That I Don't Drink, So I Can't Calm Myself That Way. I Wish I Could Be Better At Pretending I Don't Care.

You Can Look At The Emmys Two Ways In You're Nominated. It's Either Win-win Or Lose-lose. If Things Go Very Well And I Win, You Still Have To Get Up In Front Of A Group Of People And Risk Having God Knows What Come Out Of Your Mouth. If You Won't Win, You Have To Breathe Deeply And Smile And Clap With A Camera In Your Face.

Realistically, There Is A Danger, Of Course, When You're Going Into Someone's Living Room As The Same Guy Every Week. But I Don't Fear It Because, I Mean, There's Really Nothing I Can Do About It. I Can Try To Combat It Through The Work, And Maybe Make Sure I Don't Do Sheldon 2.0 In Any Other Projects. But It's Just Really Hard For Me To Find Any Negative Side Effects From This Experience.