hotAnd Marty/George McFly is looking mighty tasty at the moment. Ah... I love the smell of incest in the morning. *deep breath* Er. Right.
That movie came out the year I was born. It is approximately 18 years old. So am I. Crispin Glover will be 39 on April 20th. He is approximately 21 years older than me.
My life is very boring. :D So I have plenty of time to calculate silly things like that.
And, if I remember correctly, April 20th is the anniversary of the Columbine shootings, Hitler's birthday, and our nation's unnofficial smokepotandgethigh day. It is also Austin's birthday, which I find funny. I wanted to tell him he had the same birthday as Crispin Glover. Instead, I told him he looked like a rabbit.
I also started writing a tentative Crispin/Elijah. *nervous*
The first time Elijah Wood saw Crispin Glover in person was in a bustling TCBY in the heart of Los Angeles. It surprised him, because he’d always thought that, if he was really going to run into the infamously eccentric actor anywhere, it would be in an ancient antique store, or maybe one of the numerous hole-in-the-wall thrift shops in the city. Or a fetishist club. Or a morgue. Anywhere but the cheery fluorescent atmosphere of a frozen yogurt store.
But there he was, dark hair slicked straight back and dressed all in black, reminding Elijah slightly of the pencil-thin funeral director his mother had dealt with when his grandmother had died. In one hand he held a Kurt Vonnegut novel, which he read impassively; in his other hand he held a spoonful of vanilla yogurt that was melting quickly in the spring heat, despite the building’s air-conditioning. One of his fingers absently stroked the handle of the spoon and that simple motion made Elijah’s throat go dry.
