…Today, Dear Reader, yours truly saw Christopher Nolan in the flesh. I really wasn’t prepared for it, and the impact is sort of sinking in as we speak. I’d heard from a friend he was shooting in downtown LA, so I moseyed on over and sure enough, there was a gigantic production going on. I managed to sneak in pretty close, and found myself standing five or six feet from the man himself, with Wally Pfister right next to him. I’m honest to God not sure what to tell you, Dear Reader. I don’t know how I can…explain this moment. I saw him, he was there, I had a mild panic attack. It was pretty much exactly what we all knew was going to happen someday.
I also saw DiCaprio, which was neat in the same way that it’s neat to see a bald eagle. I don’t really freak out about seeing celebrities, it’s enjoyable but it lacks the intensity that a lot of people ascribe to it. But Chris, that was different. As I said to a friend of mine, “Women can scream at men they’re attracted to, and that makes sense. Men can holler at women they’re attracted to, and that makes sense. But I don’t know what the proper behavior is when I sight Nolan. Should I go ahead and yell, ‘I’m in love with your brain’?”
Perfect. Again.