Scrub Monkeys
My love of the actor/director/big-lipped man Zach Braff is well-documented, but for PJ it took a little convincing on today’s comic. He barely watches Scrubs and he hasn’t seen the lovelyGarden State yet. Which strikes me as odd because if PJ likes ME to any degree, surely he would love the Braff, a walking-talking Hollywood-with-good-lighting version of Omar.
My only fear is that someday PJ will connect with The Braff and they’ll go start making comics together, leaving me to be Zach’s unglamorous shadow puppet, toiling in obscurity in Austin.
That’s a valid fear, right?
The Braff thing
I have to admit that I’ve missed the boat on this whole Braff thing. That’s what I’m calling it. “The Braff thing.” I’m almost certain I would love the man if I had exposure to Scrubs, but they started airing it during my infamous boycott of television.
Garden State did pique my interest, however. I just haven’t had the chance to mosey my ass on over to the nearest theater which is actually showing it here in San Antonio. I actually fear for my life if I don’t see it soon. I’m constantly being bombarded by the cries of disbelief from friends of mine who have seen it, loved it, and can’t believe I haven’t seen it. My evening class last night began with my friend Kristina fielding questions about the soundtrack which she brought to school with her and which I refuse to listen to until I have seen the movie. I’m sure I’ll enjoy the music more if I experience it for the first time as part of the movie-going experience.
So in short, I’m out of the loop. I’m also out of Fruit Loops. Damn.
Once again I’m sorry for the double delay of today’s comic. Everything just sorta pounced on me all at once like Omar spotting Zach Braff out in public, defenseless and without a guard against bodily fluids.
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