I met Cliff Claven and you fucking suck

So I am way better than you.

Yesterday I drove all the way to San Jose.

Yeah, I do know the way, fucktard.

Then I saw some movies at this film festival. I saw a Japanese (japanoodle Will Evans would like it) silent film called "I was born, but..." The title makes no sense to me. I've tried to understand it by looking things up but it makes no sense.

These two boys were really funny and it was a lot of fun to watch.

Here is a weird site that talks about the film

http://www.ozuyasujiro.com/resources/90thanniv/90thanniv.htm#iwasbornbut

Then I saw a movie from Belgium that was in Flemish called A Perfect Match. It was delightful. The main actor is some sort of "monument" in Belgium. (The director did a Q&A afterwards and was referring to him as a monument but none of us stupid Americans had any idea of who he was) I'd never seen him but he was great. He reminded me of Albert Finney or Brian Cox. It was good. Here is a site about it.

http://manzktvrouw.belbone.be/home.php

Good luck with that. I think it is written in Flemish. Here is the main actor, Jan Decleir's, wikipedia page:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jan_Decleir

And the highlight of the day, if not the trip, if not MY ENTIRE LIFE was this:

Yes.

As in, "Excuse me, Mr. Ratzenberger, but I'm a big fan and was hoping to get a picture of you."

as in, "Sure, in fact, why don't we get someone to take a picture of both us."

as in, "Why, here is a funny Asian man in a brown tuxedo and sparkles and fancy shoes with spats who has been greeting people in front of the door to the movie theater for the festival. Perhaps he will take our picture."

as in, "Let me put my arm around you, sweet cakes. Candy Ass"

as in ,"Alrighty, Mr. Ratzenberger. Here's my number. My phone number and my room number."

as in, "You are a bad girl."

as in, "That's right Cliff Claven. Or should I call you Cliff Craven."

as in, "You can call me NORM!"

as in,, "I will. I will."


You really shouldn't be so jealous of me all the time.