Today I met and interviewed Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg, and Nick Frost about The World’s End. They had very fancy cupcakes. They offered me one. I declined because it is impossible to ask questions through a mouthful of crumbs, or act professional with a cleavage full of sprinkles.
Today I was downtown most of the day in order to not waste hours commuting back and forth to the office, so I saw a lot of Lollapalooza traffic and huge flotillas of cops moving into position, including one woman who looked maaaayyyybe 18.
Today I saw a bunch of turning cars block an intersection, whereupon one SUV trying to go through that intersection sped up to the blockage really fast and stopped really abruptly an inch or two from the side of one of the cars. A pedestrian next to me yelled “Where the fuck does he think he’s going? What an idiot! He just gonna ram into that guy? Where does he expect him to go? Some motherfuckers are so stupid!” Then the same guy walked casually into traffic, against the light, nearly causing a series of accidents.
Today I saw a little kid, maybe 10, loitering on the sidewalk in front of McDonald’s, next to a group of mom-aged adults. They all had cold McDonald’s beverages; he did not. They were all sitting in the shade on a short barricade around a tree; there was no room for him, so he was standing out in the sun. He looked hot and bored. And the mom-aged ladies were all yelling at him: Don’t run. Get out of people’s way. Don’t stand there. Don’t stand there either. What are you doing? Don’t be stupid! They were repeating and echoing each other in this hectoring chorus, the kind of thing that reminds me of a school playground where one person starts name-calling so everyone else joins in, and I wanted so badly to grab that kid, give him the world’s biggest ice-cream cone, and teleport him to a vast park full of kids and playground equipment, and say “Run, yell, and be a child.”
Tonight I am having drinks with Edgar Wright and a group of Dissolve staffers.
Tonight I am going to the Music Box for the double feature of Shaun Of The Dead and Hot Fuzz, with a Q&A with Wright and Pegg and Frost in between.
Tonight I may fall asleep in the theater, but if so, I’m betting the dreams will be colorful, pop-culture-aware, and very very funny.
I'm-a feelin': sleepy