Hey, Everybody!! A Mr. Show Reunion is on the Horizon!!

 
Well, close enough for me, anyway.

Mr. Odenkirk will be directing Mr. Cross in the upcoming film titled Annie Jenkins: A Not Very Romantic Comedy, which will also feature Rainn Wilson, who is a very funny man, himself.

Experts estimate that this movie could make as much as $24 at the box office.
 

Get excited, people.

oh, brothers!

paul wants me to write more. i started a new blog but decided it'd be cooler if could we all get better at using this as a mode of communication. i'm going to add josh to the authors list as well. figure out what's going on in that punk's mind.

that said, here's the post i just deleted from the new blog i will probably delete:

the other night i had a totally pathetic scene-from-a-movie moment. drunk on half a bottle of wine, home alone, cute dude that was supposed to come over had rainchecked our plans, i went into the bathroom. i cranked some sleater-kinney. i chopped the shit out of my hair.

i laughed maniacally and shook my head all over the place and thought “i was supposed to have therapy today and i didn’t. you happy now, maureen?”

this time was different than times past because i implemented a new device for keeping the floor clearer than usual of clippings. i took an old plastic shopping bag, split it, and wore it like a shawl. i smiled at my brilliance as it slipped around and, more than twice, spilled my hair ends onto the floor. i just kept chopping away. it felt good. a purge. a change.

when all was said and done, i stared in the mirror. i knew what nathan would say. he would say i looked like i belonged in twin peaks. it was true. from head to toe, it was true. even inside my brain!!!

i still have a crush on justin timberlake

i was going to blog about my crazy morning, but i'm using my better judgment and deciding against it. it wasn't that crazy.

just a wild scramble caused by oversleeping. long story short, i woke up incredibly late, got my period and went to work wearing backwards leggings. alas, i still left my apartment literally within 10 minutes of waking and i didn't even look like garbage.






moving on ...

shawn and i noticed an interesting phenomenon this weekend at karaoke night. we met a friend of a friend, who was a really swell guy and sang a killer Prince song (i'm not familiar with it, so i don't remember the name. i also drank lots of champagne). his name was Mattie. Mattie was wearing a white shirt with black horizontal stripes.




the phenomenon i'm about to discuss has nothing to do with horizontal stripes being unflattering. Mattie's just a little squirt. he looked great.

the phenomenon we noticed is the great disparity of flirtation styles between homosexuals and heterosexuals. there was an older dude (he probably had about 15 years on Mattie, not that there's anything wrong with that, just tellin' the fax) wearing a similar shirt to Mattie who was hitting on him. first silly thing was that they were kind of dressed alike.

at one point, i looked over and saw this bigger (not fat, just not a lil' squirt like Mattie), older gentleman (who was also wearing carpenter jeans ... hel-LO!) sitting at a table with Mattie, showing him his iPhone. nothing too strange there, right?

no, that would have been fine. but this man was holding Mattie. fully embracing the poor kid. arms completely encircling our new pop-lovin' friend. HUH?!

as Shawn said last night, 'i would never let a random dude hold me at a bar.'

maybe it had nothing to do with their orientation. but it is a trend at karaoke night. the men there are so affectionate, but lovingly so; it's not usualy too sleazy.

now, if Shawn and i frequented meat-market type "clubs" (something i've been trying to get her to do because i just wanna bust a funky move!), maybe we'd be privy to more hetero-specific weird flirtation techniques. it just seems that they tend to be either completely veiled and fruitless, or blantantly carnal and drunkenly fulfilled. dudes hitting on each other at karaoke night are usually a bit more tender. although, some are just as vile as any frat dude would boast of being.

maybe shawn's a homophobe.

i guess being held is nicer than bad pick-up lines and unsolicited groping. if i ever meet david cross at a karaoke night, i hope he flirts with me in any way he sees fit.

p.s.
shawn and i sang "faith" by george michael, i sang "heartbreaker" by pat benetar solo, i sang "love song" by the cure with matt igler, and shawn dueted with our friend nick to "cold as ice" by foreigner