Insane Man 2
Definitely a schmuck. Definitely.
I don't feel the need to report every "star" sighting, but once in a while, one occurs that's just too good to keep to myself (of course, I would've been a lot more satisfied about my brush with infame if I hadn't just read about TVgasm hitting the motherlode - those lucky bastards).
Thanks to the cosmic fates that exist within the Arclight Cinemas' assigned seating generator, when I showed up for tonight's screening of Rain Man, I was seated right next to one of the most despicable, infamous Reality "stars" ever (and his lovely wife): Jonathan Baker (and Victoria Fuller). That's right, I was next to them for about three hours, images of him shoving her in Berlin replaying over and over in my head (again some of the sting was removed by those jerks at TVgasm who lessened my utter loathing and disgust for Jonathan with their Vaseline-coated sit-down last week).
Nothing much to report (he didn't shove her once and he resisted the urge to call her a retard during the film), though he did laugh pretty hard when Tom Cruise discovered Dustin Hoffman's "Serious Injury List" -- perhaps that's an inside joke between him and Victoria.
And speaking of