Jeez! I haven't updated in a week. I'm sorry. I wouldn't blame you if you've stopped reading. But then of course you wouldn't be reading this. And then you wouldn't hear my story about how I met Seth "Scott Evil" Green.

You see, out where Deuce is living in Hollywood, it's not at all unusual to run into Tom Hanks on line for the ATM (as Deuce did). But here in upstate NY, it's rarer to meet movie stars. Therefore, when one shows up at a party you're at (as Seth did), it causes more of a commotion. For instance, when I meet someone at a party, they say to me, "Hi, I'm Jack," and I say "Hi, I'm Justin," and then I go about my business. But when you meet Seth Green he says "Hi, I'm Seth," and you say "Hi, I'm Justin," and then you turn to Brooke who also just met him and go "Oh my God, we just shook Seth Green's hand!"

Later on, while climbing over where you're sitting on the couch, Seth will step on Brooke's foot and touch your knee. Even later, you'll be waiting for the bathroom and Seth will emerge from it and say "All clear." Strapped for something clever or not socially awkward to say, you'll say "Is it safe to go in." Later, you'll wonder whether this offended him or not. You'll come to the conclusion that he was having too many girls throw themselves at him to care about whether or not you're worried he stank up the bathroom.

What's the point I'm trying to make? Famous people are better than us. Also, I shouldn't leave Brooke alone at a party for too long or Texans and comic book writers start hitting on her.