The gun guy came in, and opened up his case. Inside, a huge machine gun. Everyone took half a step back.
"Don’t worry," he said, looking up. "It’s just an air gun."
We shot the scene, in which I swing the damn thing all over everywhere.
"Was that really an air gun?" the wardrobe lady asked him.
"No. I just said that because you all looked so scared."
(Granted… I was pretty scared.)

The gun guy came in, and opened up his case. Inside, a huge machine gun. Everyone took half a step back.

"Don’t worry," he said, looking up. "It’s just an air gun."

We shot the scene, in which I swing the damn thing all over everywhere.

"Was that really an air gun?" the wardrobe lady asked him.

"No. I just said that because you all looked so scared."

(Granted… I was pretty scared.)

I got so pumped up when I recommended Home Comforts on the blog the other day that I recommended it on my TV show.

The producer of the TV show I host emailed me.

"Do you think you could wear something dapper for the show this week?  Like some tweed?"

Yes.

"And one of your bow ties?"

Yes.

"And do you have the following: a scarf, an umbrella, a pocket watch, a bowler?"

Yes.  Yes.  Yes… and no.  I don’t have a bowler.  That’s just costume.