I'm just trying to remember what self-respect feels like. It's a fading memory.

I am a frustrating interviewee. I'm like Ronald Reagan. I don't remember and I don't recall.

I am honored to even be considered for any list that includes such icons as Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. I have had posters of those guys hanging over my bed for years now. I find the whole thing quite arousing.

I've been compiling a list of art project ideas for a long time. These are ideas of things I would love to see someday. They range from the practical - jackets with woodstoves in them - to the sublime - images of nuns on waterslides.

I also have two children under three who keep me up all night and don't seem to understand the benefits of sitting in silence, which has presented an interesting challenge.

Helping others pulls us out of our own problems. And so does dressing up like frogs and playing leap frog in a Starbucks. Who would've known.

Now I have close to a million followers on Twitter, which is crazy because I don't even know how to spell. But it definitely forces me to think more about the "we" factor.