The point of my last post about my landlords was not just to show the world that I am capable of succeeding in the medium of television, but rather to show that even though I was one of the shortest people in attendance, I was able to be the only tenant whose face was on camera for most of the time. Bear in mind, the last thing any tenant wants is for his landlords to see him at a protest against them. They evicted a guy and tried to kill his cats. I fear for my turtle's life. You can see what my turtle, Mike Belmont, looks like in the Short Zach Braff video. He's already depressed enough, without having to be murdered.
I also got my first royalty check today. I have outsold the bible (sales figures were taken from a period prior to 300 AD).