February 6, 2002
Feb. 6th, 2002 10:18 amI can't believe he's such an old man! 40 years old! And he's still extremely sexy. I wouldn't be able to make that statement if I hadn't seen him myself, with my own two eyes, live and in the flesh, you know. That just wouldn't have been possible. The guy is sexy. And he's 40. Only 18 years older than me! That's not so bad, right?
I told my friend he was 40 and she looked at me in disbelief. It's true, it's true. He's an old man, an aging rock and roll legend.
I decided to let my editor guy interview Kevin Smith. Well, I’m sure he would have decided that for me eventually anyway, but I told him that he could do it. Because I don't feel like phone skills or interview skills or anything are up to Kevin Smith level. I think I'd just be stammering and having a lot of Chris Farley moments.. "Remember when you directed Chasing Amy? Yeah.. that was a good movie."
Some chick who looks exactly like Alyson Hanigan is in the computer room right now. I'm expecting her to say at any moment "This one time, at band camp.."
I was reading Surly's diary today, and it reminded of a horrifying event that happened on Sunday. I would like to discuss this.
Terry Bradshaw should not be allowed to sing with Paul McCartney. I'm not a huge Beatles fan or anything, but I don't think it's right for someone to just start singing a song right in Paul's face and expect him to sing back. That offended my nostrils, not to mention my brain. I had to look away from the TV, just in case the horrifying signals given off by the two of these goofballs singing "Hard Days Night" would impair my brain function in some way. It was not pretty. It was embarrasing. And it shouldn't have occurred. Thank you.
So yeah. I think I should talk about my feelings now. That is what you're supposed to do in a diary, right? Talk about your feelings?
I am feeling.. excited. I almost feel guilty for going to New Orleans for so long to participate in debaucherous activities, but not that guilty. Debaucherous activities include, but are not limited to, gambling, sloth, lust, spending money, participating in the drinking of adult beverages (hello Hurricanes!), and other beastly activities. Yes, indeed.
I am also feeling relieved, because I turned in my paper today. I made it up to 6 1/2 pages. It's supposed to be 7. So yeah, I think I did okay. How much BSing can one possibly do on a paper like that anyway? I figured he’d appreciate a condensed version rather than a whole lot of BS.
I think I need to be doing something else than what I'm doing right now, so I'm off to wander the halls.