News On The BillPullman Front

Text I received at 11:28 AM yesterday from my dear friend (and loyal reader of this here blawg) Angela:

"OHMYGODOHMYGODBILLPULLMAN!!!!"

And then at 11:34:

"I am currently sitting in the seat just vacated by Bill Pullman's ass."

Jealousy? Barely scratches the surface.

Also, if you have been wondering why I write his name as one word, it's because that's how I like to pronounce it. Also with diminished enunciation, so basically when I talk about him I sound like an 8-year-old talking about Joe Jonas, although obviously BillPullman and I have a more mature relationship (Read: it started as an ironic joke, and now it's a sincere joke. I think. Actually, I really have no idea. It's confusing even for me).

Yeaaahhh She's Foxy, She's Foxy Browownnn

Remember back in March when I took notes while watching Foxy Brown? I also did this portrait of her, saying what is probably my favorite line in a movie ever (hyperbole is my life's blood). Her face doesn't look as Pam Grierish as I would hope, but hey, it's smaller than my pinky nail in real life, so give me a break.

The title is my attempt to render the tuneless wailing and lyrical repetitiveness of Foxy's theme song.