Things that tie your stomach up in knots
1. At 8:30 on Tuesday night not having any text to fill that gaping hole on your page called a side bar. Why does this town refuse to show Adaptation? Why? Life would have been so much easier if this town's movie theaters didn't insist on being lying jerks.
2. Staring at a computer screen and wishing you knew more about Star Trek so you could write an entertaining side bar type item to fill said gaping whole.
3. Giving up on Star Trek idea after you realize that the idea that the even numbered Star Trek movies are good and the odd ones are bad really isn't enough to fill an entire column, unless you have seen all the movies, which I have not.
4. Realizing the only person you can think of who could write 300 words on Maid in Manhattan at the very last minute lives in Texas.
5. Trying to connect Patrick Stewart to Rob Schneider and J-Lo to Orlando Jones in six steps. Life lessons: Floating celebrity heads take up a lot of room on a page. Kevin Bacon and his silly game are always your friend.
6. Setting a new "personal best" for Vox lateness. I left at 11:15. Runner-up: Thursday night of Vox Squared - 11:00