Juno: Woooah! ....dreeeaaam Big!

A Few Months Ago, I Had The Pleasure Of Actually Visiting The Playboy Mansion. I Saw The Peacocks, Fed Grapes To The Monkeys, And Even Braved The Fabled Grotto. After Seeing The Estate, I Understood Why Anyone Would Be Reluctant To Leave.

I Myself Identify As A Recovering Blockhead. You'd Be Surprised How Many Twenty- And Thirty-something Hipster Chicks Have The Nkotb Skeleton In Their Closet, Albeit Artfully Concealed By Stacks Of Ksubi Skinny Jeans And Ironic Judas Priest T-shirts.

I Had Gone To The Bookstore, And While I Hadn't Bought Any Books On How To Write A Screenplay, I'd Bought A Couple Of Scripts So I Could See How The Formatting Works. I Just Needed To Know How A Hollywood Screenplay Looked On The Page, Which Was Something I Was Totally Unfamiliar With.

I Think Sometimes People Really Require The Satisfaction Of Closure.

I Am A Karaoke Purist And I Don't Like That. I Don't Think It's Enough For You To Just Be There With Your Friends Singing. I Think You Need To Be In Front Of A Crowd Of Hostile Strangers For It To Truly Count.