I Am Not Beautiful, So I Don't

For A Long Time, I Would Write Without Music, Because I Thought It Was Distracting Until I Appreciated That It Actually Unlocks A Certain Unconscious Productivity Vault In My Mind.

The Reality Is That If You Want To Be In A Reality-based Community, You've Got To Respect Reality And That Means Calling It Bad When You See The Past Ahead And It Doesn't Look Good And Acknowledging When It's Going To Work.

I Have No Skills. I Mean, I Can Make Jokes, I'm Pretty Good At Talking To People On The Judge John Hodgman Podcast. I Can Figure Out What Makes A Pretty Good Story, And I Can Make Eggs Really Well.

As A Freelance Writer, I'd Be Asked To Become An Expert For Various Magazines On Any Subject, Whether Food Or Wine Or History Or The Life Span Of Veterinarians. I Was Completely Unschooled In Any Of These Things.

Most People Presume My Mustache Is Not Real Because It's Much Darker Than My Regular Hair.