8.16.01
Russell Crowe was on Leno tonight, apparently playing with his band, 30 Odd Foot of Grunts. Unfortunately, I missed their sterling performance. At the end of his bit, he felt compelled to pimp their official website, www.gruntland.com,and I felt strangely compelled to give it a peep.
Damn that man and his wily charms and powers over the fairer sex*.
Poking around, I recalled him speaking at some other point and time about his personal website, www.russellcrowe.com, where he online shared the details and pictures from some surgery he had as a result of an injury he received while filming the movie Gladiator.
And that's about all there is on said site.
However, he's got a link to an unofficial fansite, called Maximum Crowe, which I'm sure is supposed to be some sort of tongue-in-cheek reference to his character Maximus in Gladiator.
So I was then poking around the fansite, and I wondered just how thoroughly Russell had looked at the site.
And then I got to pondering what it must be like to have a fansite run by people that know a gazillion times more shit about you that you even do.
As an example: today someone asked me about my skin rash.
I asked what skin rash she was talking about.
She said it was the one that was all over my torso.
I had to think a bit, and then I remembered the Pityriasis rosea that was the bane of my existence for a couple of months earlier this year.
I had totally forgotten about that.
Shit, sometimes I can't even remember whether or not I've told a story to you guys or not. And I'm not even down with the 4:20**, yo.
Imagine what it would be like to read a website all about every little detail of your life as perused through a gigantic magnifying glass by strangers. I barely remember who I went to prom with, much less what role I played in Quilters. I certainly doubt that were I a famous actress, I would remember what I wore where and when, who by, and why. There would be scads of horribly inappropriate quotes attributed to me, and I wouldn't be able to remember whether I'd said them or not.
Basically, I'd be an absolute gold mine and field day for the tabloid press.
There are people out that remember idiotic details of the lives of strangers, all unbidden***.
It must be a complete head trip of a saunter down memory lane to see some short television spot you did as a juvenile dredged up and dissected online for the all the world to see.
I wonder if Russell saw the link to Brides of Christ and thought to himself, "Man, I totally forgot about that!"
Because, if I were a movie star, I would totally look myself up on www.imdb.com and have a good giggle at all the memories and factual errors.
*Dude, I am so not being serious.
**Apparently that's some sort of secret code for the marijuana. I saw it on the picture tube, on one of my programs.
***Even I know that August 3rd is The Martha's birthday.
