notes from the most recent meeting of NAGPLA

i never liked the
air conditioning, thin tinned
synthetic comfort




zach braff seems like a good kid. it's just, i wonder, i mean, if he hadn't been in the movie, like, would you all still adore him for having written it? it's always bothered me that writers and directors don't get the same sort of admiration as the more visible participants. i know i couldn't pick tom tykwer out of an otherwise empty room, but if he called me up and told me to meet him in munich for scrabble and pretzels tomorrow i'd throw on some shoes and knock over old ladies on my way to the airport. i'm not, you know, i'll plug the guy until i'm blue in the face, but everyone's all excited about his thoughts on kites and toothbrushes, and i'm probably one of the worst because i might never have seen garden state if there hadn't been that line on scrubs about the suckiness of any movie featuring andie macdowell, which i doubt he even had anything to do with, so it's all good. i think i'm saying . . . nothing. i think i'm saying nothing. as usual.

i am so surpassingly smitten with the moldy peaches. indie boys are neurotic, but hey, i'm starting to feel okay . . .

wasn't that chick from scrubs on roseanne at some point? it was her, wasn't it, the girl who took over for the original becky? i hated her then because i'm so rigidly opposed to change, but she's all right, really.

chester, the hand puppet (i think he's a dish glove) from sifl and olly, is my number one crush lately. i'd love to insert a picture of him here, but i can't because i'm an utter technological failure. instead i'm going to offer you my favorite quote, guaranteed to fill me, someone just like me, and possibly you with squishy bubbly (interspecies?) love. prepare for your stolen holiday:

i'm chester, and i'll take you roller skating, and i'll push dudes down to let them know where i stand. i'll scar 'em up.

squishy bubbly! mmmmmmmmmm. but if you don't have a picture of his floppy doofus face in your head none of this is worth two clucks in a henhouse, so i'll let it go. and . . . it's gone. but know that you, too, are cut out to be a real winner.

repeats of the daily show spank the collective behind of all those up-to-date "legitimate" news shows. remember to always vote for the candidate who lies the least. i really want to tell you to pay close attention to their views and plans and all that rot, but that only works if you can simultaneously apply that first piece of advice, so, i don't know. know your facts, go with your gut, do the best you can, politically and otherwise. karma shall smile on your well-intentioned head.

'night, kids.