Workshed

Finally. He's coming. Here. To SF. He will be here. In person. I will meet him. I will kiss his ass. I will also slap him for making "Alien Apocalypse," that piece of trash made for Sci-Fi flick. Bruce motherfucking Campbell is coming to a bookstore near you!

I was giving my friend shit about nerding it up for the final Star Wars flick due out this month. I feel his priorities are a bit misdirected. I remember years ago when they re-released the original, he left work to wait in line and never came back. I found him shivering in line, flanked by a guy with suspenders and pants pulled up to his armpits listing to Japanese animae, and a reject middle-aged David Crosby looking ex Grateful Dead fan. I drove by honking my horn, yelling "nerds!" before I realized the Ti Fighter dangley my friend had put on my window was swaying in plain view to the perverse delight of the line of rejects. I felt bad and bought my friend hot coco and a bag of Funions.

But who am I to talk. In addittion to writing this blog about him, I have action figures, movies with commentary, and am full of useless facts and info about Bruce and his cinematic career. I know every line to "Evil Dead 2", "Bubba Ho-Tep," and just about all the other flicks he's been in. I suck. Maybe it's how I first got introduced to the movie? I was in 5th grade at my crush's slumber party. We watched "Texas Chain Saw Massacre 2" as the boys tried to put ice down my bra (oh...fine. Training bra) and the trailer featured "Evil Dead 2." Maybe that mix of hormones, sugar and gore made an sustaining impression on my psyche?

Whatever. We are all entitled to our nerdy vices, as long as it doesn't interfere with our every day reponsibilities right? Although, I am writing this blog while at work...