I have a strange job. A few weeks back I was wandering through the aisles of the local Walmart, searching for bug spray, when my phone rang. A very excited Robert Krulwich was calling. As I drifted past the potato chips and plasma-screen TVs, he declared to me with great excitement that I was going to be on the cable series Weeds.

Now, I’m pretty sure that if I had actually auditioned for the show, I would remember it. Or at least I could find some trace of the experience over on IMDB, searching for my name in the role of Pothead #8. So there I was at the store, getting totally lost trying to figure out what Krulwich