The John C's.
May. 17th, 2010 07:19 pmI want to be friends with John C. Reilly. This is a goal in my life.
I also want to get John C. McGinley to do a dramatic reading of Warren Ellis' Green Goblin for NORMAN OSBORN'S SING-A-LONG BLOG. This, too, is a goal in my life. Being friends with him would be great too, but I fear that the real Dr. Cox in him would hone in on the real JD in me, and unlike JD, I would cry more.
Now, as I'm listening to John C. Hodgman's audiobook of made-up facts, THE AREAS OF MY EXPERTISE, I've realized that I want to be friends with him too, even though he would likely be one of those friends who's so effortlessly funny that it will make me want to eat his heart and gain his power. But that's reason enough to have such friends in your life. Just in case.
Now, you might not know that John Hodgman's middle initial actually was C. His full name is John Chesterfield Hodgman. That is a little-known fact which I have now just made up. My hope is that by doing so, I will have earned his respect and subsequent friendship.
You furthermore may not realize that my middle initial is C, for Curtis. I am either named after the prestigious music school where my father studied with John De Lancie--the father of John De Lancie, AKA Q from TNG--or the comic strip CURTIS, by Ray Billingsley. You'll have to guess which, for I'll never tell.
As such, I want to gather all of us John C's: John C. Hefner, John C. Reilly, John C. McGinley, and the Penguin. We could start a club, or a band, or a gang, or both.
And it would not have to be limited to us. After a The Google search for "John C.", the first one that came up--and therefore the one who is clearly the most powerful--is former vice president John C. Calhoun, who is most distinguished for looking goddamned insane. A zombie version of this man and his hair would make a fine addition to the John C's, so long as he does not rise up and usurp me, ala Serpentor with Cobra Commander.
Ultimately, though, I realize that this is mostly unrealistic. In all honesty, I feel like only John C. Reilly and I would get along smashingly, and of all the John C's, he's the one I would most want to befriend. He's easygoing, hilarious, extremely talented, and he appears in everything from the highest Oscar-bait dramas to the oddest dadaist Adult Swim shows.
In short, he has my dream career, and it's good to have someone like that in your life. Just in case.
I also want to get John C. McGinley to do a dramatic reading of Warren Ellis' Green Goblin for NORMAN OSBORN'S SING-A-LONG BLOG. This, too, is a goal in my life. Being friends with him would be great too, but I fear that the real Dr. Cox in him would hone in on the real JD in me, and unlike JD, I would cry more.
Now, as I'm listening to John C. Hodgman's audiobook of made-up facts, THE AREAS OF MY EXPERTISE, I've realized that I want to be friends with him too, even though he would likely be one of those friends who's so effortlessly funny that it will make me want to eat his heart and gain his power. But that's reason enough to have such friends in your life. Just in case.
Now, you might not know that John Hodgman's middle initial actually was C. His full name is John Chesterfield Hodgman. That is a little-known fact which I have now just made up. My hope is that by doing so, I will have earned his respect and subsequent friendship.
You furthermore may not realize that my middle initial is C, for Curtis. I am either named after the prestigious music school where my father studied with John De Lancie--the father of John De Lancie, AKA Q from TNG--or the comic strip CURTIS, by Ray Billingsley. You'll have to guess which, for I'll never tell.
As such, I want to gather all of us John C's: John C. Hefner, John C. Reilly, John C. McGinley, and the Penguin. We could start a club, or a band, or a gang, or both.
And it would not have to be limited to us. After a The Google search for "John C.", the first one that came up--and therefore the one who is clearly the most powerful--is former vice president John C. Calhoun, who is most distinguished for looking goddamned insane. A zombie version of this man and his hair would make a fine addition to the John C's, so long as he does not rise up and usurp me, ala Serpentor with Cobra Commander.
Ultimately, though, I realize that this is mostly unrealistic. In all honesty, I feel like only John C. Reilly and I would get along smashingly, and of all the John C's, he's the one I would most want to befriend. He's easygoing, hilarious, extremely talented, and he appears in everything from the highest Oscar-bait dramas to the oddest dadaist Adult Swim shows.
In short, he has my dream career, and it's good to have someone like that in your life. Just in case.