When I remember to bring my camera, I try to take some pictures of the various things I do. Since I have been blessed with such a high-powered life, I figure it's only right to give something back to the fans. You're welcome!
But first, here's my newest commercial headshot.
This is as close to normal as I get.
In February of '07 I shot a scene for the Season 4 premiere of Rescue Me. Episode 401 "Babyface" to be precise. Here are a few photos from that very, very cold day.
Here's a shot me me sitting in my trailer. It had its own toilet, cleverly hidden under a hinged sofa cushion. I did not use it, just in case it wasn't working properly. I couldn't chance it. I took this picture myself. So, yes, I was smiling into my own camera like an idiot in a closet-sized room, wearing very uncomfortable Lee jeans, because the wardrobe person deemed my own jeans "too clubby." I don't know what that means. They're just regular jeans!
The front door to my trailer. Notice the star on the door. Now notice the easily-removable blue painter's tape with my character's name on it. There's a lesson in here somewhere.
In the "business" this is known as "paperwork." It must be filled out by the "actor" so he can get "paid."
A shot of the interior of the set. It 's amazing how much it looks like a real, working firehouse... complete with hair and makeup people standing by at all times. Talk about attention to detail!
In the bathroom there was this issue of New York magazine from 1994. I hope he went, since 13 years is a long time to hold it in.
Here's the firehouse set from across the street. It's actually an old warehouse that's been completely remodeled. You have to be right up close to tell the stonework is fake. Inside, there's a backdrop that looks like a hallway but really hides huge rooms full of props and equipement. And lots of donuts.
I was in a commercial for Fanta soda. (You will now hear FANTA FANTA WANNA FANTA! in your head for the rest of the day. You're welcome.)

I was cast as the DAD (but a very young Dad) of a family that lives in an all-white house, wearing all-white clothes, talking to each other like Stepford robots. Though it doesn't say so in the script, I'm pretty sure we're Republican.

The young teen girl (my fake daughter) comes home from school, has a few bland interactions with her bland family, then goes to do her homework. In her room, she discovers a bottle of Fanta. This is the part where even my mother guessed what would happen next. And yes, so did you: she opens the bottle, the Fantana Girls appear, they transform her and the rest of us into "cool" outfits and then we dance around like maniacs.

Watch it HERE.
Here's a shot of me on the set in my white world. It was about 112 degrees.
The best fake family a fake Dad could ever fake hope for.
The aforementioned "cool" outfits. The hat was their idea.
My old headshot, which showcases what I look like with my head on a slight angle. My mother loves this shot because it looks like my 26th grade school picture.

And what exactly do I have in my hair? The answer is lost to history.