Blue Moon Reblog
Holy shit i just found Jim from the Office in the tiniest (he’s an extra) part in a David mamet movie. can you tell me which one?
State and Main. I don’t even Tumble and I’ll answer. You know he’s a Newon native, yes?
A Look Round The Estate.
During one of the more boring parts of last night’s ceremony Tina Fey leaned over to me and whispered, “I wish I could grow a beard.”
“Why on earth would you want to do that?” I asked.
“So I can get on talk shows.”
“Uh, do you really have a problem getting on talk shows now?”
“No, I mean, like, serious talk shows. Eat the Press, Face the Nation, stuff I’m totally not qualified to do. I’d want to talk about things like the destabilization of Afghanistan, the difficulties of containing nuclear proliferation, that kind of thing.”
“Again,” I asked, “why?”
“Because it would be hysterical. Celebrity bearded lady talking geopolitics? You know they’d have me on in a second. It would be the ultimate commentary on the way we treat major issues in this country.”
I started to respond when it suddenly occurred to me that I don’t know Tina Fey and I snapped awake to realize that, not only is most of my day spent sorting through news and gossip about various famous people, even the few fitful hours of rest I get each evening once the bourbon has hit hard enough to stop me from thinking about the things that keep me awake are not a safe harbor from celebrities. Lord in heaven, whatever I did to merit this punishment, I fully repent.
That said, I also dreamed that I totally nailed Rachel Bilson, so maybe it’s the kind of trade-off I can live with.
Amen to that, and no I don’t mean the Bilson part. This week I had a dream that prominently featured the breakup of Paul Thomas Anderson and Olivia Thirlby (they’re not actually dating).