Nope.

My first and middle name are the first and last name of a very famous comedian/actor/writer. I was born in 79 during the height of his wild crazyness but my dad swears up and down that it had nothing to do with the choice of names. I’m just very happy this particular comedian is still a beloved and respected figure with no major scandals or skeletons.

Thats a quality pen.

What pen did you buy?

It was made for me. This is my hole.

I was living in my one bedroom hovel, chainsmoking like a fiend. I didn’t leave the apartment for days. When I finally stepped out one day to go to the video store, I realized that I smelled like a dirty ashtray. I returned from the video store and lit another cigarette and it tasted like I smelled.

I quit pretty much cold turkey after that.

That was 2001.

Back in late 2000, my girlfriend and I broke up. She moved out of our apartment and back to her hometown. I was feeling kinda down and one of my friends invited me to a rave the next night. I didn’t really have any interest, it never seemed like my kind of scene. But I didn’t have anything else going on, so I went with him. He ended up buying ecstasy, which I had never done before either.

That’s literally the night that changed the entire trajectory of my life. I spent the next decade traveling all over America, going to parties, hanging out with people I met on a message board. I ended up shacking up with a girl I met on the board for a few years. I made friends that I still have today.

My 20’s were a blur of parties and substances, but I can trace a direct line from what happened that night to where I am today.

You would absolutely know if it was cleaned properly.

False. I briefly worked on a crew that cleaned commercial airliners between flights. We cleaned every single seat, deep cleaned the lavatories etc. We were required to inspect every single seat to make sure nothing was left behind that someone could use as a weapon or could endanger the next passengers.

So if the paramedics take me to the hospital for a broken leg or something… and I claim that I don’t remember any of my identifying information, they’ll just treat my leg and let me go? They won’t keep me around to get to the bottom of my sudden amnesia?

Drew’s Script-O-Rama.

He’s been running the site since 95. I’ve been visiting since 96 or 97. I even provided the hardcopy for the Big Lebowski shooting script which he posted a few months before the movie premiered.

My kids are fucking awesome and I’m doing my best to raise them to continue being awesome. I hate thinking about the future we’re leaving for them, but I know they’ll be smart, capable and caring people in that future.

Woh-oh-ohoh!

TIL there’s a sequel. That’s awesome.

Piedmont. From CLE to OWB. This was probably 87 or 88?

Competitive Excel Esports.

On ESPN 8, The Ocho

It’s a real thing, and I love it.

It’s a goddamn amazing show that is probably right up your alley.

There’s actually a shitload of subtext packed into that scene. That’s one of the great things about the movie. It manages to pull off some serious social commentary while still being legitimately entertaining.

Boogie Nights.

My hetero life partner and I went to see this opening night because we heard Heather Graham got naked… and we’d both been infatuated with her since License to Drive. We ended up going back to the theater at least a dozen times to watch the movie just because it was so goddamn good.

It’s an amazing ensemble cast of actors who were, (with the exception of Burt) at that time, B-list at best. The story is engaging and friendly without reaching too far into hackey territory. We might be able to predict the exact destination, but we can enjoy the journey to that destination as it’s own unique experience. Anderson lets his actors really make the characters their own, so long as they stick to his writing.

In short, it’s an amazing example of what a whole bunch of very talented actors can do when they’re given good material to work with.

I don’t like Mark Wahlberg as a person, but he was amazing in this movie. John C Reilly is the fucking man. Julianne Moore and Heather Graham deliver Oscar caliber performances.

I can’t think of a single bad part of this movie.

Again, things assholes tell themselves.

You don’t understand how wheelchairs work, do you?