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March 28, 2008


No, that's not a typo. The New York Times has printed a positive review of "Run, Fatboy, Run." How this happened I'm not sure, and I am thinking about asking for a retraction, but you can read the review here.

P.S. I have been horribly sick since the premiere and have not had the strength or inclination to do any blogging as a result. It's either the flu or maybe Ebola. Short story short: the premiere was fun, and I'll do a post about it when I'm up to it.


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Congrats Michael! Hope you feel better. That ebola is a real killer sometimes.


I'm seeing positive reviews all over the place. Congrats,my man.
I'm sure your condition is nothing a little meth can't cure.


Fuck chicken soup, the best medicine is reading positive reviews! With the amount of great reviews I've been reading, you'll be back on your feet (and in running shoes) in no time. Well done, sir!


I hope you feel better soon, Mr. Ian Black

me again

Hooray! I'm genuinely excited for you, and I'm also going to see the movie tonight! Get well soon....maybe it was a bad canape?


Congratulations on the wonderful reviews. Don't let anything negative (like puking, etc) get in the way of you enjoying this experience.

Your moment to shine. So well deserved.

Tom Lewis

Congratulations Michael! Was very glad to see that in the NYT as well as a pretty darn good review from the Ivory Tower elite over at Salon.com

Robert Shapiro from Legalzoom.com

This writeup is much better than Entertainment Weekly's. It makes me mad when they mess with my Mikey.



Sorry you're not well.


I thought the movie was fun and that you did a great job!
Everyone coming out of the theater was talking about how very funny it was and that they loved it.

charles upsher

Does having a dream that you are awesome actually make you awesome? An example would be that the kids at school sodomized you with pinecones for being such a faggy fag fag. This is not good for your self esteem. You feel both pain from the pinecones being shoved up your ass causing massive intestinal damage and something called mental pain. Mental pain is a new theory recently discussed on progressive daytime talkshows. Mental pain can be as painful as physical pain and in some cases hurt even more. Let's stick with the sodomy theme and say that you are a big shot investment broker in the big apple. Well one of your fellow co-workers thinks your getting a little to big for your britches because you walk around like a big shot investment broker in the big apple. This results in your co-worker shoving a big apple up your ass while he insults you for being a big shot. While it may physically hurt to have a big apple shoved up your ass, 9 out of 10 times it is the insults that hurt more. This is why mental pain is an issue that needs to be taken much more seriously then sodomy. From personal experience I have found that it takes no less then 10 large pinecones shoved up my ass to equal the pain inflicted by just one insult. Doctors and multiple surgeries can heal the wounds inflicted by pincones in my intestines but insults like, "big shot", "Mr. High and Mighty", and "Jew Face" will devestate my self esteem and change how I look at myself. This brings me all the way back to the question I asked you 14 sentences ago. Does having a dream that you are awesome actually make you awesome? The answer you have been waiting for is, yes. Let's say after a hard day of being sodomized at the office by everyone from your boss to the copy boys, you don't feel up for a hot night on the town with your boyz. You feel that mental pain we talked about earlier. So you decide to schlub on the couch with a giant box of fruit rollups you bought from costco and proceed to eat 48 oz. of fruity goodness while you watch Gilmore Girls and cry. At this point you don't feel to good about yourself so you take some sleeping pills and dream your little dreams. As you enter dream world you forget about all your troubles like being sodomized and Rory getting her period in the middle of class at Yale. All of a sudden you are in a world where pinecones are only used by humans to make festive birdfeeders and hateful words like Mr. Bigshot and jew face are not in anyones vocabulary. Gilmore girls is on NBC primetime Tuesdays at 9:00 PM which is the best slot and Rory never even gets periods. You are now thinking, "Am I in heaven?". No, you are just dreaming, something every man, woman, and child can do everyday or night. Again back to my initial question, does having a dream that you are awesome actually make you awesome? When you wake up from heaven, I mean your dream, you will go from feeling like the million dollar man to feeling like the million dollars worth of pinecones up my ass boy. It will be a real shock. But who says you have to feel that way. You don't. If you dream about your shit not stinking, then walk around in life knowing that your shit does not stink. Who is to say dreams aren't real? For all you know dreams are real life and what we percieve to be our real life is just a continuing dream. Did you ever even think of that? Well I just thought of it for you. You can thank me later. So tonight when you have a dream about me raping you with pinecones just remember, it is not a dream. It is as real as real gets. Wink.


Rory never got her period in the middle of class at Yale. Logan, Jess, and Dean will have to beat you up with rapid banter for that misstep. Tsk.


I love Simon Pegg and MIB. I wish they would have a baby together so I could adopt it. Can't wait to see the movie!




Just a quick note to tell you I'm thinking of you and hoping you are feeling better and stronger each day.

Also, knock them out at your upcoming Spring shows - sore tummy muscles for everybody!



OH - take your time recovering. I understand the exhaustion of being **in demand** ALL THE FREAKIN TIME--it's like, omg, i'm sick!

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