Can I just introduce this man to you guys?
Okay, so here is the deal. I'm really really smitten with Damon Lindelof right now. Like, a lot. Damon Lindelof, for most of you that don't know who he is, is the very talented, and hysterical, and fierce co-creator/producer/writer of Lost, but has also produced (and his co-writing) Star Trek and Cowboys and Aliens and he also write comic books etc.
And I'd like to show you why I love him so much.
-he wrote the very fierce article I posted earlier today.
-Because he's a self described "professional geek"
-because he's friends with Simon Pegg, and they geek out together on Twitter constantly
-Because he writes Lost with his BFF Carlton Cuse, who was once his mentor, and now his best friend (d'aww) They work together all day, every day, and still have breakfast with each other in the mornings and do drum circles together in the evening.
-Because he thinks The Watchmen was the greatest piece of popular fiction ever produced.
-because he wears this shirt.
-because this is how him and Carlton see themselves in the future.
-because he thinks a short sleeved button up shirt, tie, and a torn up hat is formal wear.
-because he writes one of the most complex shows on television but doesn't understand the mic
-because he represents for The Umbrella Academy
-because he wears his Official Star Wars Fan Club shirt proudly
-because they are still constantly impressed and humbled by the creativity they inspire
-and because this is the artwork he chose to buy and hang in his home from the Lost Underground Art Project"
-and let's be honest, he's just plain adorable
Now. There are even more reasons to love Damon Lindelof:
"I will probably be dragged through the streets and burned in effigy if fans have to wait another year for 'Lost' to come back. And who could blame them?"
"I’m a lifelong democrat, but when i first heard Obama was considering a press conf Feb. 2 I was like, “That motherfucker”
And mostly, his TWITTER. omg, you guys, his twitter. When he first got on Twitter, someone else was using his name, so he got TheRealDamon and when the fake damon gave him his name, he kept them both, choosing to randomly argue with himself via twitter accounts
Also, this is just some of my favorite parts of his twitter:
I am going to start using unnecessary J's... Bjork style. Observe. I like pulled pjork. That wine bottle has cjork. I am a djork.
I love the rain. Wait. No. The rain depresses me. Wait. I love being depressed.
when I was in High School, I was considered a dork for thinking vampires and werewolves were cool. WHAT HAS HAPPENED!?!?!
I wore a four piece suit last night. only three of which were visible to the naked eye. WHAT IS THE FOURTH PIECE?!?
wonders if Vampires really keep diaries. "Tuesday. 3 AM. Drank blood. Pouted. Stared intensely at girl. Went home. Watched FRIENDS."
I love it when the messiah turns up in weird places. Like the condensation on a car window. Why, messiah, WHY?!?
had a karate dream last night. Yes. It was sad to wake up and not know karate.
And finally, because I want to hang out with him after work and go for beers with him:
It was on to the Starlight, a dive bar.
Just after 10 p.m., a man approached their table and asked if they would like to buy framed photos of Cassius Clay’s historic 1964 bout against Sonny Liston.
Mr. Cuse, whom Mr. Lindelof had earlier described as someone who “never met a stranger anywhere he goes,” engaged the photo guy in conversation. Mr. Lindelof pulled out his iPhone and checked e-mail messages. That is, until he heard something that piqued his interest.
“Did you say you have a picture of clowns playing tennis?”
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but within minutes, Mr. Lindelof had paid $6 for an 8-by-10 print of a quartet of clowns besieged by a flurry of tennis balls.
“This never would have happened at Skybar,” Mr. Cuse said approvingly.
He leaned across the table for a closer look, but Mr. Lindelof clutched his purchase as tightly as if it were an Emmy.
“Get your paws off my clowns!” he said in feigned horror.
And I'd like to show you why I love him so much.
-he wrote the very fierce article I posted earlier today.
-Because he's a self described "professional geek"
-because he's friends with Simon Pegg, and they geek out together on Twitter constantly
-Because he writes Lost with his BFF Carlton Cuse, who was once his mentor, and now his best friend (d'aww) They work together all day, every day, and still have breakfast with each other in the mornings and do drum circles together in the evening.
-Because he thinks The Watchmen was the greatest piece of popular fiction ever produced.
-because he wears this shirt.
-because this is how him and Carlton see themselves in the future.
-because he thinks a short sleeved button up shirt, tie, and a torn up hat is formal wear.
-because he writes one of the most complex shows on television but doesn't understand the mic
-because he represents for The Umbrella Academy
-because he wears his Official Star Wars Fan Club shirt proudly
-because they are still constantly impressed and humbled by the creativity they inspire
-and because this is the artwork he chose to buy and hang in his home from the Lost Underground Art Project"
-and let's be honest, he's just plain adorable
Now. There are even more reasons to love Damon Lindelof:
"I will probably be dragged through the streets and burned in effigy if fans have to wait another year for 'Lost' to come back. And who could blame them?"
"I’m a lifelong democrat, but when i first heard Obama was considering a press conf Feb. 2 I was like, “That motherfucker”
And mostly, his TWITTER. omg, you guys, his twitter. When he first got on Twitter, someone else was using his name, so he got TheRealDamon and when the fake damon gave him his name, he kept them both, choosing to randomly argue with himself via twitter accounts
Also, this is just some of my favorite parts of his twitter:
I am going to start using unnecessary J's... Bjork style. Observe. I like pulled pjork. That wine bottle has cjork. I am a djork.
I love the rain. Wait. No. The rain depresses me. Wait. I love being depressed.
when I was in High School, I was considered a dork for thinking vampires and werewolves were cool. WHAT HAS HAPPENED!?!?!
I wore a four piece suit last night. only three of which were visible to the naked eye. WHAT IS THE FOURTH PIECE?!?
wonders if Vampires really keep diaries. "Tuesday. 3 AM. Drank blood. Pouted. Stared intensely at girl. Went home. Watched FRIENDS."
I love it when the messiah turns up in weird places. Like the condensation on a car window. Why, messiah, WHY?!?
had a karate dream last night. Yes. It was sad to wake up and not know karate.
And finally, because I want to hang out with him after work and go for beers with him:
It was on to the Starlight, a dive bar.
Just after 10 p.m., a man approached their table and asked if they would like to buy framed photos of Cassius Clay’s historic 1964 bout against Sonny Liston.
Mr. Cuse, whom Mr. Lindelof had earlier described as someone who “never met a stranger anywhere he goes,” engaged the photo guy in conversation. Mr. Lindelof pulled out his iPhone and checked e-mail messages. That is, until he heard something that piqued his interest.
“Did you say you have a picture of clowns playing tennis?”
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but within minutes, Mr. Lindelof had paid $6 for an 8-by-10 print of a quartet of clowns besieged by a flurry of tennis balls.
“This never would have happened at Skybar,” Mr. Cuse said approvingly.
He leaned across the table for a closer look, but Mr. Lindelof clutched his purchase as tightly as if it were an Emmy.
“Get your paws off my clowns!” he said in feigned horror.