To Larry: I didn’t know that. I’d totally want to go, except that I already bought his new book and wouldn’t be able to get a ticket. Plus Michael Chabon is going to be there and I’m afraid that if he started reading he would, much as a seasoned orator becomes impassioned with his words, spoken with conviction before the throng of people yearning, as a plane-crash survivor yearns for companionship, for the ideas conveyed by his words, and that I, as a reader, lured by the signature that proves I have met the man making the words, would become buried, much as a plane-crash survivor returned to the hospital becomes buried under plaster and gauze and well wishes, under the weight of his subordinate clauses, and would fall asleep before he’d finished his first paragraph.

“That’s okay, it’s not big deal.”

“Hey, let’s stop at Ben & Jerry’s!”

“… You do remember that I’m lactose intolerant, right?”

I think this was all part of Chuck’s plan to taunt me with things I cannot have.

Brain funny working is.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

The “Arrested Development” chicken dance is awesome. I could watch every member of the Bluth photo doing the chicken dance–each in their own special way–all day. But Gob’s is my personal favorite.