Every now and again I have conversations with people who have refined taste in movies and I like to try to turn them on to some of my favorites which include Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas and Lady and the Tramp and other stuff that is very independent and artful and which you need an advanced cinema degree to understand. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you can just watch the movies and appreciate the mood and probably some of the more easily understood plot elements but to fully grasp the enormity of the work you’re going to need a few diplomas.

So I was talking up Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas and then I went to look for the DVD and lo and behold I can find the case but not the DVD itself. Same thing with Lady and the Tramp. Have I been ripped off by a six year old? What the hell?

And then I was sitting here thinking about other movies I should be embarrassed to admit I like (but I’m NOT) and these include Touched By Love and Sooner or Later. I like crap. Go ahead and judge.

Speaking of crap, Bald Bryan has a playlist on his ipod called “Tool Tunes” which is all the songs he’s embarrassed to own and it’s pretty aptly named. I’m surprised there weren’t any Hilary Duff songs on there. (I’m not sure there weren’t.) Anyway, that only tangentially relates.

Stay tuned for a gigantic blog post featuring pictures and detailing my adventures yesterday in San Diego.

Okay then.

So my parents were given this ladder thingie as a wedding gift and my sister and I grew up fearful of putting our entire weight on it but using it anyway and now that my sister is newly betrothed she has informed me that she would like one of these of her own. Anyone have any leads on sappy ladders? Granted I’ve done zero googling so for all I know they’re a thing and there are stores devoted to matrimonial ladders and divorce foot stools and annulment rappeling gear and trial separation escalators and save the date hydraulic lifts.

I updated the upcoming appearances page on this here web site. I am truly getting shit done today!

Also I’m writing something vaguely funny-ish which I was going to post here but then I realized it would work as an installment of my McSweeney’s column so I’m going to send it to them when I finish it. But I’m telling YOU about it so you can begin to carve out the many minutes it will take to read and enjoy it. Like, at least ten.

Also I turned down a job for which I would have had to fly across the country and miss an episode or two of the podcast. But it would have been some money. But I still didn’t feel right about missing work. I hope I made the right decision. I did, right? In my gut this decision felt right. This is me talking out loud.

This is me typing.

THIS IS ME TYPING IN ALL CAPS.

Ok, bye.

And flags, I should have said…