I don't think you're crazy.

People!* You know that scene in Ghostbusters where** Winston tells Ray that when someone asks you if you're god, you say YES? Well, people, when you hear about an Arrested Development movie (or at the very least a movie starring G.O.B. and directed by Bob Odenkirk -- I don't want to know ANYTHING about it other than that it exists and that I can go see it at a particular time and place) you TELL ME ABOUT IT.

DUDES. This is so great. I miss that show something awful. It's warped my whole worldview. When I went to see The Illusionist, I spent the first half hour wondering why Edward Norton wasn't wearing billowing pants and dancing around with a knife clenched in his teeth.


*I do not know why I start so many sentences, posts, and paragraphs this way. Maybe I feel like Bernie Mac. "America," I would say. But actually this blog has at least a tenth of a score of international readers, so I'm opening it up.

**OMG! (I do not really say OMG.) I am a multiple-window lady, and in my other window I had clicked on the link to the blog of the guy who's awarding a painting to a random NaBloPoMo participant who didn't fuck up and sleep through the end of a non-posted-yet day (for example), and god damn if we do not have Ghostbusters on the brain! America: that movie (II) scared the living bejesus out of me. TO THIS DAY there are still moments where I turn on the bathwater and fear for a teeny moment that pink ooze will come out. America: cut me some slack, I was eight! Or maybe nine!