Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

Wait, wait, is James Franco actually a gay? I was just listening to an interview with him on the radio and my gaydar was screaming, red lights were blinking and I chortled delightedly at him. I would think that if he was a card carrying friend of Dorothy that would have been used in the promo materials for Milk--at least in a secret handshake way, but maybe it was and I just never saw any of it.

Either way, I totally love him out of the blue. He's HILARIOUS. Which is unsurprising since he's part of the Apatow cabal. If I still wrote random slash for my own amusement, I believe I would start writing Seth Rogan/James Franco slash! I don't know if I could do Seth justice, though, his self-effacing, snap-snap repartee might be quite beyond me.

In other news, I just went to McDonalds (of my own volition, which is so uncharacteristic you should read this as: I just turned into a dolphin and back again), and it was a profoundly unsatisfying experience. Since they changed the food (that is stopped frying the fries in beef tallow and made the McNuggets white meat instead of chicken buttholes and claws) it's JUST NOT THE SAME. I know why they did these things, but let's face it, it's effing McDonalds, man, it's the cultural shorthand for shit food. Just own the fact your brand in the gold standard of shit food and embrace it, and don't go changin' menu items as nods to Supersize me. Never again will I experience the existential pleasure of the limp, soggy McDonalds french fry so coveted I might have physically abused family members to get theirs. What American doesn't have a cherished McDonalds-related memory? Mine is my mom dipping her fries in a chocolate shake and trying to convince us this was delightful rather than revolting. I have others, but that's an unblemished one I know a lot of people share (the fries in shake thing is a There Are Two Kinds Of People distinction often overlooked by purveyors of hyperbole).

But as of today, I'm giving up on McDonalds. Fuck you, douches, my sammich is in the trash it was so crap!

( But now, how about more about our Show? )

I've said it before, I'll say it again in the future, I do not know what came over me. Ot in this case, I do. I was talking to Kate about firemen and cops playing hockey. They verged into Cathy's fic and me opening googledocs. The inspiration was, basically, JDM with his jacket off, suspenders still on, sweaty t-shirt clinging to him, smoking a cigarette. You can see this is some deep shit here!

Now I have to go to family dinner.

( CWrps: A cop walks into a bar, no wait, a fireman and a cop walk into a hockey game... )