I love to go to a museum or gallery and pick one picture and just sit there and stare at it. It can be abstract or realistic, impressionistic or postmodern-dada-doppelganger-cubist. It doesn’t matter. If you devote your attention totally to one painting, you see the world differently. You sort of become one with the painting, which can be messy. So don’t stand too close.
I would love to have dinner with Michelangelo, preferably while he was living. And, of course we’d serve Italian food and eat off the ceiling.
In music, I’m a big follower of Phrog, which is like a green version of Phish. In movies, I haven’t seen a lot of recent releases. Last summer, I went to see S.W.A.T. but was disappointed it wasn’t about mosquitoes. And I’m sure you’ve read about my failed audition for the title role in Hulk. I worked out and bulked up, but I guess being green wasn’t enough to get me the part.
We’ve got a couple of movies in the works, but they’re still in development, which means I can’t talk about them. That’s one of those Hollywood rules that I’ve never understood, but if you break the rule, they make you wear a tuxedo and attend endless award ceremonies. I don’t want to take a chance with that. I live in Hollywood because that’s where they make a lot of movies and TV shows. And I live in the swamp because that’s where they don’t make movies and TV shows.
Reno 911, The Daily Show, Colin Quinn, Southpark, Elimidate, 5th Wheel, ESPN,
Behold a Pale Horse, Invisible Man, Black Boy, comic books,