I was thinking about all the nice people who have voted in the BOB competition, and how it’s still possible to vote, and how it’s possible to cast a vote every day until the 14th.  Casting a vote every day can be a comforting part of one’s daily ritual--just like reading the paper, making coffee, or hanging out in front of junior high schools.

And then I realized I had something negative to say about one of the other finalists, and how it’s really bad form to post that kind of thing when everyone’s trying to have a nice, good natured, positive competition.  So I figured I wouldn’t post what I had to say.

Heh, just kidding.  Of course I’ll badmouth another finalist.

The fact of the matter is, I’m not too fond of Zach Braff.  As well as keeping a popular blog, Braff is the writer/director of Garden State, a movie that several of my friends told me was excellent--even life changing.  It’s about a guy with dubious hair who feels very confused.  So he returns to his home town, reconnects with several of his childhood friends, meets Natalie Portman, and realigns his priorities in regards to what’s important in life.

Frankly? I liked this movie better when it was released in 1996 under the title Beautiful Girls.

And it’s not just that Braff’s Garden State blog often gets over 1,000 comments per post.  Oh, that did bother me at first.  But then I realized, hey, he’s a celebrity, and he’s blogging. What?s up with that?  The whole reason I started to blog in the first place was because I woke up one day and realized I wasn’t a celebrity.

And not for lack of trying.  Nobody offered me a sit-com deal, even though I made a practice of barging into people’s homes uninvited and saying smartass things. But instead of a laugh track, all I ever heard were police sirens.

Listen, if I was a celebrity, the last thing I’d do is blog.  My agent would be all, “Do you think you could update your site? 1,000 fans are waiting to comment.” And I’d be all, “Oh yeah, I’ll get right on that.  Just as soon as I finish snorting cocaine off the body of this naked starlet.”