2004-01-23 - 6:48 p.m.
A few days ago I spent an hour fixated to the computer screen as I witnessed the defragmentation of the C: drive. I'm curious now, and if anyone knows anything about it please contact me, but what is the point of defragmentation? What is it, what's going on, and how is it supposed to help? Something that takes nine hours to execute seems important.
And now, time for a disturbing revelation!
Much to dismay, I've discovered a new quality which makes it nearly impossible not to hate myself passionately.
I blame David Letterman. Rather, I blame his show. Because Matthew Broderick was his first guest last night. I enjoy Matthew Broderick a lot. He makes good movies (nine times out of ten), seems like a nice, funny, short little man, and is quite attractive. It's not a lust thing, I respect his overall presence is all. But last night! Last night when he walked onto the stage I started giggling. Sitting on my couch, next to my boyfrind whom I love, giggling excitedly at Matthew Broderick walking through a curtain and sitting in a chair. Every word out of his mouth over the course of that interview evoked twittering laughter. It's been awhile since the last time I saw him in an interview, but I KNOW I'm historically not this psychotic. I've always wanted to think that if I met a famous person I'd be calm, collected...not distant, but not in anyone's face either. I was under the assumption that I could hold a clever conversation with said celebrity, managing to win their respect in the process. But no. That's been thrown out the window. I can't trust myself with celebrities.
I should've suspected as much...the last time I was within 100 ft. of a "star" was last year. It was Dame Edna. I was in the fourth row at a show (s)he did. As Dame Edna approached the stage my heart flew up into my throat and I came to the realization that I was producing a faint squeal. Eye contact was established, and at the end of the show Dame Edna threw a flower at me. (I still have it. Very dead.) Never any actual interaction.
Skippy and Webster never caused this much hysteria. And I spoke words at them. But then, Webster is very small, and Skippy is...?...
