After I wrote last week's blog, I planned on never having to write another story about my life. All I had to do, I figured, was just spend the next 10 weeks responding to the comments from this one. It is now seven days later and right now there are three fewer comments on my blog than there are on my IMDB page arguing that I look like David Boreanaz: "However, David is much more attractive." (Words hurt, Dovercliffs.) Which is to say, zero. So here's blog entry No. 2.

For me, as for many young actors, the difference between shooting the first episode and the second episode of ABC's Big Day [Tuesdays at 9 pm/ET] was kind of like the difference between Rocky and Rocky II. If your show gets picked up, you have a lot more money, and you know it's going to be on the air. The world gets a lot brighter.

I had a new car. I was engaged. Things were good. But as we got ready to shoot the second episode, I realized I had to do the same thing I did in the first one, and there were some problems. I wasn't as hungry any more. In fact, I was getting kind of fat. The only exercise I liked to do was throwing my motorcycle helmet at the statue the city built for me. I think I fought Mr. T at some point, but I get really confused about the differences between Rocky II and III. Was there an exhibition fight with Hulk Hogan? No. I'm pretty sure about that.

In any case, before I shot the second episode, things needed to change. Particularly the part about gaining weight.

So, like Rocky, I picked up a deranged trainer to get me back in shape. Mine was a former British special-forces agent who ran me through hills, which is almost as mind-numbing as chasing poultry.

With Rocky, as he does those insane workouts, you think things are going to be fine, but you aren't sure until you see him running through the city and all of those children are following him and going crazy. You can tell it's going to happen from the clothes he's wearing. It's back to basics. He's a hero again. In sweatpants and a crappy shirt, he's giving those kids a memory that will last a lifetime.

And that relates to this episode and the clothes you see me wearing in this picture.

I am wearing this outfit because an angry bridesmaid has dressed my character in the most humiliating way possible. And at first - in real life - it really was embarrassing. Look at it. Even if it's for a fictional character, it's still a real, grown man who has to wear a shirt with jewelry attached to it. After a while, though, I kind of stopped noticing. It's like when you say a word so many times it loses its meaning.

It was at this point that Josh Cooke and I both had a several-hour break during shooting. We noticed that there was a pitch-and-putt golf course across the street. You know the type - the tiny Par 3 jammed into city property, where the only natural hazards are bus stops and the families sitting at them. I figured, "Why bother take the outfit off? They don't have a dress code, and I'll just have to put it back on again." I did not play well. I was having significant problems with my swing - you try reaching a full range of motion with enough rhinestones on your shirt to spell out the word "diva."

I will admit that there was some angry swearing. That usually isn't a big problem on golf courses, since the only other people you see are golfers who are yelling the same words over you. But it was in the middle of one particularly creative rant that I noticed several horrified mothers at the bus stop glaring at me as they realized that, despite the use of hands and elbows, it was physically impossible to cover both of their children's ears and eyes at the same time. They were left with the Sophie's Choice of which of their children's delicate senses was most important to protect from the screaming devil in "trampy" sweatpants.

Most of them went for the "hear no evil" option, and that meant you could look over and actually lock eyes with the distressed and confused child in that rare moment when it is both creating and repressing the same memory. I'm not telling this story to say that it stopped me, or even slowed me down. I am telling it so that it might explain why years from now, when you come across this episode in reruns, the person sitting next to you is weeping uncontrollably without understanding why.

And to say that just like Rocky, in sweatpants and a crappy shirt, I gave those kids a memory that will last a lifetime.

Oh, yeah - this week's episode is great. Watch the show and post a comment. But I'm warning you - if next week doesn't work out, I'm just going to respond to the comments on the My Boys blog.