sj's brain: You. Must.Chill. I hadn't realized how often I do that until I heard the dog barking and my mom saying "Betsy, you must chill," Lloyd crosses many boundaries. Well, at least if I do "Late Night" with Cusack(as if) I'll have something to say rather than the boring-to-him "My God, I wanted to do you in high school." Because he probably does have a dollar for every time he heard that.

I heard the dog barking and my mom saying "Betsy, you must chill,"

I tell the dogs that all the time. Including the "I have taken your keys!" part. They don't seem to appreciate the pop-culture reference.

They have to translate first. It's not as fun.

at least if I do "Late Night" with Cusack(as if)

He was at the place I used to eat sushi at a couple years ago, sitting right across from us. Damn, he looked rough. Bedhead at ten pm rough. So rough that I deliberately sat with my back to him in order to not have to see him.

I guess it keeps the fangirls away. Not that he was on my list of celebs I had anything to say to (I will talk to just about anyone, for little to no reason, but the pull to talk to him doesn't overwhelm the conviction that he's heard it all before).

GC, so much ~ma to you and DW.

Calm ~ma, sj.

Great news, Todd!

Things I would say to John Cusak: "I thought The Journey of Natty Gann was a really cute movie, and it made me look for you in other movies since."

Yeah, that's pretty much all I've got that doesn't involve actual drool.

Cusack was on my morning news the other day doing an interview and I was remembering that I've heard he's actually not a very nice person and wondering why that was and then the newcaster asked him a somewhat stupid but innocuous question and he was a total asshole about it. Oh.

A cousin dated a Cusack family friend, and they had nothing but nice things to say about him. Although they refused to invite me over for Thanksgiving. But the gossipy stuff I've heard about him has been negative.

I guess I just want to hear that Joan is cool.

Both he and Piven are very MPD that way. Either people write "What a gracious guy!" Or they write "He glowered at me after I quoted That Movie," or you know "Hug it out," for the eight-millionth time. (I mean, I guess we're all a bit like that, you know, but people don't write about how I eat a sandwich...thank god, too, as all my features would start with "Erika gingerly plucks a tomato out of her lap, and says she'll understand if we don't shake hands.")

The discussion about IQ testing provides some proof for my theory that Buffistas are not classifiable.

Loved Shir's "Singed, enthusiast-on-her-way-to-be-educated historian ..."

And for Thanksgiving, you know what's vegetarian? vegan even? BOOZE