I’m a huge fan of the work of Jack Black, which hardly makes me unique. I’d struggle to think of a production he’s in which I didn’t enjoy tremendously. I met him in person briefly, once, years ago, at a gallery opening in Culver City. He spent about 5 minutes entertaining my then-infant daughter, much to everyone’s enjoyment. She was in one of those Baby Bjorn type things so he was aiming his performance at my torso, weirdly. He was every bit as funny in real life as on the big screen, which I thought was nice. It’s not as cool as Jeff Hamada’s Jack Black story, maybe, but that’s life.