Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your life.

For my sister's 50th birthday, I sent her a singing mammogram.

Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.

I broke my arm trying to fold a bed. It wasn't the kind that folds.

I need one of those baby monitors from my subconscious to my consciousness so I can know what the hell I'm really thinking about.

I feel very lucky to make a living from my imagination; I'm very grateful for that. I like that what I do is create. I'm feeling very lucky to have had the career I had. It's gone much longer and bigger than I ever thought it would be.

Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time.