Your Clueless Quizo Update

So I was going to do a thing telling the story of how last week I met the author of the #1 book on the New York Times bestseller list, thus bringing my total of authors I've met who were #1 on the bestseller list when I met them to two. Then I looked today and the book dropped to #2. Since I'm not about to ask a question about who's #2 on the bestseller list at this moment, that rules that out. For the record, it was Brad Meltzer last week. He's a hell of a guy. And, also for the record, it took Meltzer six books to reach the top spot, whereas the other guy got there his second try. I still think it's funny that people who write comic books can sell 8 zillion regular books and none of the reviews or anything ever seem to mention comics. Bastards.

Then I was thinking about doing a thing on, I dunno, local sports generalness, but I think everyone knows the Eagles won convincingly yesterday, and I'm assuming that the Phillies' half-game wild card lead will explode at some point in the next seven hours, possibly due to a plague in the locker room, or the stadium catching fire, or a plague in the locker room catching fire. This is the Phillies we're talking about, after all. No lead, no matter who it's against, is safe.

Then I saw a story about how the sequel to the Fantastic Four movie - which was pretty awful to begin with - is going to have the Silver Surfer in it. Is, in fact, going to be ABOUT the Silver Surfer. This brought to mind the thought that, like Ghost Rider, the SIlver Surfer is one of those things that looks cool when someone draws it but looks pretty fucking stupid walking around on a movie screen (or surfing, as the case may be).

Then I remembered last week when Nick (of runaway winners I Did Zidane's Sister) thought that the subject line of the e-mail was a clue and went and memorized all kinds of crap about Guns 'n Roses (who I am listening to as I type this, in fact, in a completely random occurrence). I decided that putting clues in the subject line as a regular thing was far too ridiculous, and that this week there would not only be no clues in the subject line, but that there would be none in the e-mail whatsoever.

And then I decided I'm a big liar. Well, not so much decided as remembered.

Enjoy.

JLK