I'm sick. Not exactly deathbed sick, but I feel like what I imagine the inside of a slaughterhouse smells like, if that makes any sense. My throat hurts and I'm all kinds of uncomfortable. Hubby's at work. There's no food in the house that I want. I'm tired but I can't sleep.
So what's a girl to do? Watch Ghostbusters, obviously. I don't know what it is about this movie, but it makes me feel at least 12% less shitty whenever I watch it.
Here's a few fun facts:
1. I met Dan Aykroyd in an elevator at the House of Blues at a GWAR show. He turned and introduced himself to hubby and me, asked if we were here to see the band and wished us a fun time. How cute is that? I was perfectly happy pretending that I didn't realize that I was one of 3 people in the elevator with a FUCKING GHOSTBUSTER (don't even say Blues Brother to me, shit's not even ballpark to Ghostbusters. Shit ain't even the same game.) but he was just that much of a pro. Love him.
2. I used to know this guy and he always vowed that if he ever did porn, his name would be Rex Moreanus after the great Rick Moranis (Louis Tully, the accountant neighbor to the very beautiful Dana Barrett). Besides Kraven Moorehead and Buster Good, that's got to be the best porn name I can think of, even though he never ended up "performing" (at least that I know of).
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