I CANNOT EXPRESS my happiness for Henry Selick, Neil Gaiman, and all the crazy tiny-sweater-knitters and miniature-rat-wranglers, regarding the Oscar nomination of the film, CORALINE.
I HOPE THE ACADEMY LIKES CRYSTAL HEAD VODKA, because they are going to be getting a lot of it from me in a shameless attempt to buy their vote.
BUT BRIBERY IS NOT NECESSARY. It is an astonishing film, and I am so proud to be a part of it.
ONE TRAVESTY, however, is that THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS were not nominated for BEST SONG.
WITNESS:
THAT’S JOHN LINNELL SINGING, of course. Not me. I did record a version of the song, but thankfully, they came to their senses.
PERHAPS YOU KNOW THAT I will be traveling tomorrow to implausible city of San Francisco to take part in the SF SKETCHFEST.
I HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE.
SPECIFICALLY, I will attempt to see you at these locations:
ON SATURDAY, at 2PM, at Cobb’s Comedy Club, where I will once again be having a conversation on stage with DAVE EGGERS, a tradition I refer to as “THE SAN FRANCISCO TREAT,” and then taking your questions.
PLEASE NOTE THAT SOME FAMILIARITY WITH THE TELEVISION MOVIE “MAZES AND MONSTERS” will be helpful at this event.
I MAY ALSO SEE YOU at other places in San Francisco: ALCATRAZ! FISHERMAN’S WHARF! EATING RICE PILAF ON TOP OF THE FAMOUS CABLE CARS! OR OTHER COMEDY CLUBS! Oh, it truly is a city of prisons and bread bowls and strange trolleys and ha ha, right there by the bay.
HERE
is Dutton, publishers of Ken Follett and Darin Strauss
HERE
is Riverhead, publishers of David Rees and The Rza
2003, NEW YORK: No matter what you may have read on the Internet, I did not sell marijuana to Ben “The Dell Dude” Curtis on this day. I WAS OUT OF THE COUNTRY AT THE TIME. — FEBRUARY 9
