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It’s been awhile since I’ve posted here, but I was reminded of something I meant to do months ago. You see, my wife and I watched the movie I Love You, Man just last night. It was surprisingly good, I thought. Extraordinarily funny at points yet with a few moments of genuine pathos. At one point Jason Segel’s character delivers a toast recommending to the girlfriend of Paul Rudd’s character that she perform fellatio more often. And that’s not the funny part. That’s the pathos.

The movie is clearly a bromance, which I can totally get behind. For far too long, heterosexual dudes have repressed their platonic love for one another, and I say it needs to end. Check it: Ethan and I are a solid example of macho brotherly love. We met under the auspices of studying Emily Dickens. Then we secretly discussed Deadpool. Then—the inevitable cataclysmic fallout in all Bromantic Comedies—we accidentally shot each other several times in the face with shotguns while defending a large Mexican villa from Martian Invaders that looked surprisingly like Adam Duritz. Then, after we turned off the Nintendo, we made up and made out—in the most plutonic of make out sessions ever. You can’t make stuff like that up.

Anyway, the toast in I Love You, Man reminded me of a toast that this man I love delivered almost a year ago at my wedding, and I think it’s too damn genius to keep off the interwebs. As per usual with Ethan, it’s sometimes hard to hear what he’s saying over the raucous laughter that surrounds him. Also, if the shot ever seems to be out of focus, that’s because the camera was crying tears of joy. Watch it. Love it. Love the E.

Also, our latest venture, a webcomic has just been updated. So check it out right over here.

You wish you were getting married so that E could deliver a speech, don’t you?

Happy labor dabor, heroes.  I hope you’re all having a brilliant, chimerical, labor-free day.  For the most part I myself am taking it easy, Final Draft shall stay quiet for at least one day, but the one endeavor from which I will never cease, will never vacation, is my love for you all.

The highlights of my holiday weekend are thus:

1) My filthy assistant is coming down to the beach to visit me, which is most awesome.  I suspect hugs may even enter the equation.  She is bringing her boyfriend who is, I believe, from Equatorial Kundu, so that’s nice as well.

2) Saturday morning around four in the AM I received a telephone call from Mr. Tycho Brahe of Penny Arcade and that was fucking sweet.  Inside the dizzy, vast jungles of my mind he sits atop clamoring mountains of other scribes in a magical land of awesome, chilling up there with the likes of Dylan Thomas, Dante, Sorkin-Allmighty and Brian K. Vaughan, and to speak with him for just a few minutes was, to say the least, decadent.  On a related note his wife gave birth to their second child over the weekend and I want to extend my warmest congratulations to them.  Surely that child will grow up to possess a vocabulary that would stagger even me.  Mazel tov, sir.

3) Today we launch my latest endeavor to rule all media: A new webcomic called “The Cutting Room.”  This is Mr. Mcpheely’s baby, he just asked me to write some strips and I told him I’d drop some words for him once a week.  It represents a fun little romp through my fucked up thoughts and if you have any interest in hilarity, please check it out.

4) Also Penny Arcade related, G and the boys made it back safely (barely, from what I hear) from melting the collective face off of PAX, and though I couldn’t be there myself I followed the tweets and the overall consensus seems to be that they dealt in fucking murders out there in Seattle.  I expected nothing less and am proud as punch of all of them.  A finer group of killers one could not hope to come by.

All in, a pretty rad-tastic weekend/week/thing despite Roddick’s heartbreaking loss to a GIANT from Greensborro on Saturday. And surely there is even more daunting beauty just around the bend with the new movie starting pre-pro this week and new opportunities for love and for greatness with each passing moment .  To the universe-entire I offer, nay, I challenge you: Bring on the wonder.

Hope you’re all having even more kickass times than me.

Get a beverage of your choice and live like you just escaped a bear attack, because, really, didn’t you?

E

If all this distance ain’t gonna bring you to me, then what’s the point of all this patience…