Oh, Nicholas Cage.
I had a dream last night where I was walking on the streets of New York City with my mom, and we passed a candy and ice cream shop. I did a double take as we went by because there was a dude looking in the window, and I realized on my second look that it was Nicholas Cage. I ran back and started to chat him up. Reality-me thinks Nicholas Cage movies are so bad they're fantastic, but Dream-me was a fan. Dream-me kept telling him how it was the greatest disappointment of the last few months to me that I missed getting to see Drive Angry in theaters (but that Dream-me would rectify that ASAP when the DVD came out) and that I had dragged out my entire family to see Season of the Witch, which wasn't that good, but goddamn but The Rock is, like, my favorite action movie ever.
I think I started to realize I had, inadvertently, insulted him about the Season of the Witch thing because he started to look uninterested and eventually said, "Yeah, that's great. Did you want me to sign that?" And he took a white paper bucket that I was carrying--we use them at work to bring mice down from our barrier facility--and signed it and walked two steps away to stare at the ice cream shop window intently. My mother asked me if that was as thrilling as I hoped it would be. I said not really, that he signed this bucket and now I had to keep it. What a useless thing.
Then I woke up and thought about posting to LJ about how I broke my Do Not Engage policy, vis a vis celebrities because I woke up still thinking it was something that had happened. It's only just now that I am more awake that I realize it didn't. I know exactly from whence all this has come, by the by--I was looking over my posts for the 30 Day Movie Meme, and there are not one but three entries with Nicholas Cage featured heavily--and, yes, The Rock is one of my favorite action movies of all time. Crazy brain. Do we secretly love Nicholas Cage? I don't know, but I am so looking forward to Drive Angry on DVD...
I think I started to realize I had, inadvertently, insulted him about the Season of the Witch thing because he started to look uninterested and eventually said, "Yeah, that's great. Did you want me to sign that?" And he took a white paper bucket that I was carrying--we use them at work to bring mice down from our barrier facility--and signed it and walked two steps away to stare at the ice cream shop window intently. My mother asked me if that was as thrilling as I hoped it would be. I said not really, that he signed this bucket and now I had to keep it. What a useless thing.
Then I woke up and thought about posting to LJ about how I broke my Do Not Engage policy, vis a vis celebrities because I woke up still thinking it was something that had happened. It's only just now that I am more awake that I realize it didn't. I know exactly from whence all this has come, by the by--I was looking over my posts for the 30 Day Movie Meme, and there are not one but three entries with Nicholas Cage featured heavily--and, yes, The Rock is one of my favorite action movies of all time. Crazy brain. Do we secretly love Nicholas Cage? I don't know, but I am so looking forward to Drive Angry on DVD...