I'm tellin' ya, doc, it's makin' me nuts! I don't eat, I don't sleep! All I do is blog!
I see. Und may I ask vhy you are playing drums in my office?
To keep my hands occupied, doc! Otherwise, I'd be rolling up my sleeves and bloggin' on your computer! Man, I got an internet monkey on my back and it just won't quit!
Hmmm. You appear to have a serious addiction.
Crazy. Tell me something I don't know, daddy-o.
He plays a savage rhythm on his drums. Later that night in his apartment...
Uuuurghh!! NOOOO!!! Must...resist!!!
"Current Mood: Restless."
The next day James talks to his friend Dane Cook.*
(*Dramatic condensation; the two do not actually know each other.)
Dude, get over your guilt trip! How do you think I got so famous? The internet! You build your fan base as you build your career. It's a beautiful thing!
I know. It's just that Myspace seems...
Dude, I don't mean gay like gay. I mean junior high gay. Gay like stupid. Well, it is. But so what? Newsflash, dude: so's Livejournal. The whole internet is gay.
What? What are you talking about?
I'm working on a bit, chill out. But seriously, dude: you know you love it.
Later that night, James plays his drums. But the siren call of his computer beckons...
"Current mood: AWESOME!!!"
James Urbaniak...Frank Sinatra
(c) 2005 Voucher Ankles Films
Sig Ruman appears courtesy Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer