Everyone in the pool

You cannot win if you do not play.

As a former lottery winner—you heard me—I know the thrill of realizing you've won. And while my winnings were enough to get me into a new 1986 Toyota Supra, they weren't quite enough to make the kind of life-changing moves a bigger jackpot would've allowed.

I'm hoping that all changes tonight.

Tonight's Powerball drawing is up to $460 million as of this writing, and will probably go higher as it gets closer to it.

Now, as anyone who knows me will tell you, the very last thing I'd ever describe myself as is a team player. But for tonight at least, I'm going to be the best team player ever.

The group of mostly fabulous people I work with—you know who you are—and myself have a lottery pool going for tonight's drawing. It was a $4 buy in, and we managed to pony up enough to buy 63 tickets.

The team player part? I'm rooting for the team. In fact, I may be its biggest cheerleader.

As we all spend the afternoon sitting around contemplating what we'll do with our winnings, I'd like to say it's been great working with all of you. I know there are a few responsible, forward thinking individuals who will, in a fit of common sense and an eye towards the future, squirrel their winnings away in a low interest yielding account somewhere, while they continue to do God's work selling luxury automobiles to people with a FICO score of 750 or higher.

As for me, Harvard University School of Engineering has yet to create a device able to measure exactly how fast I'd be out of here.

So from me to the team, good luck to all of us.

And if for some reason we don't win, the MegaMillions drawing is Friday.

The pleasure that is Platt

There's an entire class of actors I feel are underrated. They're usually something more than character actors, yet somewhat less than lead actors.

It's in this sweet spot that Oliver Platt lives. He's been one of my favorites for years.

Whether it's White House lead counsel in The West Wing, Warren Beatty's nervous, cocaine-fueled campaign manager in Bulworth, acidic restaurant critic Ramsey Michel in last year's Chef or Cameron's gay bowling adversary on last night's Modern Family, Platt's characters are fully realized, unique and completely organic. He couldn't make a false move if he tried.

Full disclosure: years ago I started writing a television show for Platt before my complete lack of discipline did me in. Again. I'm working on it, okay? Back off.

Anyway, it was about two lawyers who were also brothers. One went to prestigious Harvard law school, and the other went to the Saul Goodman law school in Samoa. Through a series of events, they wind up in practice together, and the néer-do-well brother winds up teaching his Harvard grad broheim a thing or two about the real meaning of the law.

Along the way, hilarity ensues.

Like so many other projects of mine languishing in a drawer or on a disc somewhere, I never finished writing it. But each time I see Oliver Platt onscreen, my muse is rekindled and I start thinking about maybe easing into working on it again.

He deserves a great show of his own, and I'd like to be the one to create it for him.

Like Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Gene Hackman, John Cazale, Jon Polito, Michael McKean and a dozen more, Oliver Platt's presence in a project elevates it far beyond where it would've been without him.

Of course now that I've spilled the beans on the lawyer/brother idea, I'll have to come up with something else.

I'll do my best to make it worthy of him.

On tour

It got here much faster than I expected. I mean, one minute I'm changing his diaper, trying to dodge his impression of Old Faithful, and the next minute I'm taking him on college tours.

As any parent who's made the tour circuit will tell you, college means one very important thing. Not that they'll get a quality education and a well-paying job in the profession of their choice. That's just crazy talk.

It means I'll be working a lot longer than I planned.

While junior is out partying Saturday nights, telling me he's studying for finals, and wondering whose kegger to hit next, I'll be long past my prime earning years, clearing dishes at Coco's on weeknights and scraping together my minimum wage earnings so he can have the education he so rightly deserves.

As we tour these institutions of higher education, it makes me realize perhaps my teachers' comment, the one I got year after year, might've had a tinge of truth to it.

"Jeff's a smart boy, but he needs to apply himself more."

Admittedly all this touring makes me want to go back to school. Maybe it's because I'm visiting campuses I never saw before. Or because I realize if I'd had a better education I wouldn't be writing banner ads and sitting through endless meetings about...well, I never actually figured out what they're about.

Still, I make considerably more a day than the average Harvard grad, so there's that.

But the biggest lesson he can learn is it's not all about the money. It's about loving what you do. And I love making money. BAM!

So anyway, applications are out, and a few results are in. He's in at some, out at others. And even though he has plenty of options and will no doubt have more soon, we still have some college sight-seeing left to do. I can't predict the next stop on the tour. It depends on a lot of things. Wherever it is, I know I'll be looking forward to it. I want my son to take it all in, to appreciate the grandeur of these institutions, and participate in the traditions that've made them great.

The scholarly ambiance. The manicured lawns. The stately libraries. The hallowed halls.

There'll be plenty of time later for toga parties, hazing and drug testing.

J.K. Rowling on the importance of failure

J.K. Rowling Speaks at Harvard Commencement from Harvard Magazine on Vimeo.

I didn't know it was possible to love J.K. Rowling any more than I already do. Then this comes along.