Jason says "read this blog!"
Just when I'm about to sign the DNR papers for this blog something comes along and inspires me to write another post. One of these days Jason Segel will come to his senses and beg me to befriend him. I just hope he isn't waiting to see the 365th reason. It may take years.



365 Reasons Why...An Explanation

Well, hello there (said in a very sexy voice). You're looking quite lovely today. Welcome to my blog. Feel free to take off your shoes and get comfortable, maybe leave a comment or two. This started out as kind of a funny thing to do after I blew a phone conversation with Jason, but I've found I really enjoy writing every day and researching new and interesting things about my future BFF. In January I met Jason at a comedy club and the few words we shared only reinforced my belief that he and I would get along famously. As a dear friend of mine recently said, "why wouldn't he want to be friends with you - you're awesome!" Perhaps the 365 reasons in this blog may just convince Jason of what I already know to be true: separately, our awesomeness is great; combined, it may be enough to take over the world. If you want to be one of my esteemed followers, simply click on the 'follow' button toward the bottom of the page. Come on, you know you want to.



Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Reason 85

Ancient pop culture artifacts. My middle school years were spent mooning over five young men from Boston known as New Kids on the Block. I slept on sheets plastered with their faces, had dolls molded in Jordan and Joe's likeness, and covered every square inch of my bedroom walls with pictures of those accented darlings. When my musical tastes started to mature and it was simply no longer acceptable to groove to "Step By Step," I scooped up all of my NKOTB paraphernalia and stowed in lovingly in my mother's basement. Jason, I'm sure you are thinking "how in the world does this benefit me?" Well, sir, let me tell you. The other day I was down in that very basement (thank goodness my mother has never moved) and stumbled across acres upon acres of old BOP magazine photos of the New Kids. What should happen to be on the backside of those glossy pictures? None other than a slew of various teen celebrities who dominated Hollywood in the late 80's, including your friend and costar Neil Patrick Harris. That's right, I have pictures of him in all of his adolescent glory, rocking some awesome high tops and what appears to be a special white suit usually reserved for professional racecar drivers. That outfit was clearly the tip of his big, gay iceberg. I have no use for these treasures, but I would be happy to pass them on to you so you can razz NPH incessantly, perhaps leaving them around the set so other actors, writers and crew members can bask in the glow of his pubescent fame. Rock on, Doogie. Rock on.

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