Yesterday, I was asked to get on the phone with show-biz legend Ed McMahon as he pitched comedy ideas for the show. I fought the urge to yell "Hey-o! Funny stuff, sir!" after every sentence. He kept insisting I call him Ed, I kept nervously calling him Mr. McMahon.
Then later in the day, I acted in a sketch opposite Alf. I played a writer (what a shock) being chewed out by my boss. It was pretty much just a normal day for me, except it was on tape. And instead of a tanned jewish producer, my boss was a furry alien puppet.
When this job is over, and my life is without strangeness, that's going to seem very very weird to me.
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