In Response to Seven Things You Don't Know About Jason Segel

Watching this reminded me of that particular time I fell really in-love for the first time. It was the movie kind. The guy was walking towards me. It was late afternoon. The sun shone weirdly on him. And something I could not explain happened: I fell in-love. Just like that. The moment was irrational. I did not choose it to happen. All of a sudden everything made sense, those small things that took place that would finally lead me to that particular moment of realization when it dawned on me, hey, this is love.

But that was back in the 90s, and the other day my aunt found a single white hair attached to my scalp. Yes, I am getting old --- just like you and the rest of the population. We are just on our different stages of evolution, and I am in this stage where a significant amount of stress no longer leads to a drunken nightout but to an instant growth of white hair.

In that case, can I still believe in something that is irrational?

I am quite surprised that well --- I am flustered. I do like this guy. I really do. I can probably talk to him about everything and nothing, explore that puzzle of nothingness in everything, and the everything in nothing. I haven't smiled this long about a boy in a verrry long time.

*Okay, I gotta warn you, I am writing this with hearts as my pupils in a cartoony fashion ala Helga in Hey Arnold!*

What I like about this interview is that Jason Segel mentioned his supposed flaws which kinda makes him, say, a geek and a freak. A six-foot four Jewish guy in a Christian school who knows all things Muppets. This is incredible. If I was sixteen, I would be curious. Now that I am reaching the age times two of that, I am not only curious, I want to know this person.

I just thought it's interesting he "lost" one of his best friends to med school. I went through the very same thing, and I am kinda getting through that. It was quite tough one for me. Obviously it was tough for him as well; putting it up along with the seven things somehow makes it more trivial. Maybe I'll suggest we form a support system for people who feel abandoned as their friends left for med school. Create a slogan that goes, MED SCHOOL AIN'T GREY'S ANATOMY.

And oh, the puppet room. How Being John Malkovich! Maybe his favorite hobby is Being John Malkovich-ing which most of us can only dream about.

So what do I think about puppets? Don't I find a puppet collector creepy? Well. I carry a miniature action figure in my purse. Are we talking creepy yet? C'est normale!

Oh well, gotta cut this short. Back to working on that script-thang. I am not even supposed to be making an entry here, but this sudden need for inspiration led me to a crushee instead of me becoming the crusher.

At least I am starting to pick up clues that I can use for the proper neurolinguistic programming session!