My friend Kevan (NY Times Crossword Puzzle writer, mathematical genius, and unabashed MacGyver fan) told me this great story and I thought you all might get a kick out of it. It’s pretty funny and you won’t be seeing it in US Weekly…
“A girl I went to college with apparently became best friends with Natalie Portman while they were at school together. A few months ago, this girl went out to LA to visit Natalie. Natalie brought her to a party where they played the game Celebrity (where you get your partner to guess the names of celebrities by first describing them however you want, then describing them using only two words, and finally using charades). Only this party happened to be full of celebrities. Leonardo DiCaprio was there, Tobey Maguire was there; I forget who else. So as if just trying to act cool with all these people wasn?t hard enough for this girl, she had to play Celebrity with them. They were all sitting around playing, and during the round where you can only use two words to describe the celebrity, Tobey Maguire pulled ‘Jake Gyllenhaal‘ out of the hat. His two-word clue? ‘Bizzarro Me.’ His partner immediately got it.”
I can’t wait to play this game with Whatevs next time he’s in New York.
Grambo: SO BEST!
Stereogum: Um, Trachtenhotness?
Oh, and if you liked Kevan’s story, you’ll love this. Man, if I had Chris Rock’s old cell-phone number I would punk every single person who called.
Caller: Hi, I’m calling from Jerry Seinfeld’s office. Jerry would like to get two tickets for Chris’ show in L.A. this weekend. Would that be possible?
Stereogum: That depends. Who is he bringing?
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that just seems fucked up to me. My first thought was “Hey– these people are just regular old fucks like me.” But then I’m thinking there’s something deeper here. Something almost sinister. It seems like it’s a twilight zone episode or something– all these famous people sitting around joking about famous people and celebrity. It’s a little eerie, and I would’ve felt uncomfortable.
Oh, and on the ps, I met Natalie when she was in college. I guess she graduated this year, but I’m not sure how. There also used to be pictures of her smothered in whipped cream and strawberries, but somebody stole them. She’s just a little thing.
mathy has had better stories. like talking to americans in paris.
Yeah, he’s got other stories, but you have to understand the Fibonacci sequence to hear them.
the 11pm news in philly had a story a few weeks ago about a middle-aged woman who got donovan mcnabb’s old cell number and was totally clueless until she complained to her husband about calls and text messages for a “donovan.” he then explained who mcnabb was. then somehow, the actual donovan mcnabb found out and had verizon cancel the number forever. why that was fodder for the local news, i’ll never know.
Two things:
1. Who is Donovan McNabb? Yes, I am THAT LAZY that I won’t Google it.
2. Is he really allowed to cancel a number forever? That’s bullshit.
1. Ask Rush Limbaugh.
2. Yeah, it’s kind of like “retiring” a number in football.