I’m going to see Scott Pilgrim vs. the World tonight. Excited!
Because I am a bit of a movie nerd (surprise!), I’ve been doing a little research on it, and, though I knew the co-writer/director Edgar Wright was involved in some of my favorite movies (Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz) – okay, involved is an understatement; he co-wrote and directed those movies as well – I did not know that he’s also REALLY HOT.
Hello, new celebrity crush.
Did you guys hear that? That was the sound of Chris Hardwick breathing a huge sigh of relief.
But I’ll still be asking him to sign my underwear. (A different pair of underwear from the ones Mitch Hedberg signed, for those who had an opinion on the matter.)
Am I the only one who, when I see a car accident on the way to the office, I think, “Well, at least they don’t have to go to work today”? And then I feel a little jealous?
I think it’s pretty safe to say that I have no grasp of real world consequences.
My latest mini-gift in the month-long birthday extravaganza: An almost-legal copy of Bloodbath at the House of Death. I see a movie party in my future. And the futures of several friends, whether they like it or not.
By the way, I still haven’t played DuckTales. Anyone have a working NES I could borrow?
On facebook, I “like” NPR and The Onion. But sometimes, when it’s early or I’m just not paying attention, I’ll read an NPR headline thinking it’s a headline from The Onion.
I spent a full minute this morning trying to figure out why “A Grandfather Dedicated to Easing Others’ Pain” is funny.
Guys, I still don’t have a picture of Johnny Five’s head. One day, I promise.
Maybe if I put the right cable in my purse the night before.