Dear baaaaabyanimals: Thank you for helping me get to sleep the other night after all that creepy shit I read.
Dear friends list: Sorry about the creepy shit.
Dear Mom: I'm sure it's really sweet that you want to take my first advance check and Xerox it and frame it and stuff. However, I would rather deposit it and start using it, thnx.
Dear Self: I HAVE MONEY WOOT.
P.S. to Self: It's been three days. Stop reading the creepy shit. Seriously, you're starting to look ruggid from lack of sleep.
Vladimir has seen Finding Neverland at the Venice fest and liked it--I told him he would because, sadly enough, I haven't been updating the Digest but I finally have an inside Hollywood source and The Source said it was good. And then he got Quarantino's autograph:
[Vladimir]: Mister Tarantino, would you please autograph my Catalogue?(I'll have to get him to tell the story of the time he got Harvey Weinstein's autograph after Jabba the Harv initially blew him off in a similar fashion. Vladimir seems to be very good at wheedling celebrities, a skill that cannot be too highly valued.)
QT: I'd rather not.
[Vladimir]: Well, just this once.
QT (signs Catalogue): Is that a promise?
[Vladimir]: Um, no.
So I highly recommend that you read and/or friend his journal (vladimirsever), because I believe he said his next stop was a press conference with Johnny Depp, at which he may or may not be able to beat off the fangirls long enough to get face time (I LOVE YOU SQUISH). He's a journalist, you have to remember, and frequently regales me with tales of all the press con questions he's asked various and sundry celebrities. In fact, one of the reasons I sorta kinda look forward to his film fest assignments is that, in the past, he's sent a couple of postcards he's gotten autographed for me. The first was James Ivory; the second was Jonathan Demme. He tried to get Johnny last year, but Johnny disappeared in a vortex of mauling fanpoodles who shouldn't have been cleared by security anyway, and that was that, which is so unfair, because WE WERE HERE FIRST, TEENIES, SO BACK OFF.