Benedryl, Cavs, Andreanna Marsupial

Don’t get nervous, but I’ve now shared personal email conversation with @ColleenBurns, and while her email address isn’t “hereiam@gmail.com” like I’d hoped, it still fits into my mental picture of her.

The personal emailing we’re doing is so fun, I can only hope it continues for another week, or maybe even 10 days, or maybe even forever.

We’ve even given each other nicknames – I call her Colleen, and she calls me Shaq Jr.

Here’s something I didn’t know about her, and while I didn’t find it out in our personal emailing we did, I did see it on her Twitter feed lasterday.

about to take my benedryl for the night… u know what is coming, yes @alexiskn a # =) #iheartbenedryl

That last part may be a fun code of some kind, but this sure sounds like she takes a Benedryl every single night, and then calls this other person, @alexiskn, and they have big smiles on the phone together.

She hearts benedryl.

Name brand, or just like a generic Rite Aid brand? You wanna know it! I’m the one who shares personal email conversations, though – so only I have the means to find out.

Cavs look like they’re gonna nail this home record thing – I hope they slaughter Washington by 50 tonight.

Today’s Brad Radby epic is the first one that really has heavy continuity ties to Prelude to a Super Airplane, and that’s Andreanna Marsupial and the Case of the Seven Loves. I’d explain it further, but one doesn’t really need to know the details to understand the jokes.

This was maybe the first big hiccup in Brad’s career on a personal level, as he simply didn’t get along with the woman who wrote the book series the movie is based on. Also, Bon Jovi plays the bad guy.

Andreanna Marsupial, who is Natalie Portman, is 13 years old, and she just moved to a new town that’s really cloudy, and there are no sunshines. Her dad Lugustus Marsupial, who is Bruce Willis, is a detective, and he always has weird and magic cases to take on. Mom is dead, and she is Juliette Binoche, and that’s a flashback sadness that everyone has in their hearts at breakfast because the pancakes and juice aren’t there.

Anything you want to know about Colleen Burns, you let me know in the comments, and I’ll see if I can find out.

Personally, I’d like to produce a series of short films where she walks into places and does her signature entrance.

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