We won.

We won by one point.

We won by one point at least in part because I answered a question no one else in the room did.

We won by one point because I somehow recognized a frame from the movie The Princess Diaries 2.

Not the Princess Diaries.

No.

The Princess Diaries 2. 

A movie I apparently know so well that I got it because I recognized the emblem on the bow and arrow that Anne Hathaway’s character is wielding. Anne Hathaway was digitally removed from the frame as was the other character in the scene. Yet somehow my brain, which has in the past managed to misplace every vital item I own in one way or another (I once found my keys in the freezer), took one look at this chopped up movie frame and went ‘you know this!’.

When I turned out to be right, there was much laughing at my expense…and someone put forth the idea that we would now probably win by one point, and it would be down to my in depth knowledge of obscure Anne Hathaway fronted comedies. I said that if that happened we should all yell out “PRINCESS DIARIES 2 MOTHERFUCKERS!”

And then we won by one point. I couldn’t have written it better.

I’ve been asked more than once how much I make up for this blog, but the honest answer is that I just don’t have to make things up, because strange things just keep happening. I just write them down.

Here’s the movie frame in question, with everyone left in the picture:

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Wait…is that Chris Pine?

 

And since I’ve decided to own this, one more time for the cheap seats:

 

PRINCESS DIARIES 2 MOTHERFUCKERS!

I just scared a courier away from my house by burping.

In my defense the burp caught us both off guard, and I didn’t know he was there until it was much, much too late.

If my throat hadn’t been occupied I like to think I would have screamed DUCK AND COVER before unleashing hell, but as it was the burp ripped its way out of me like I was Ellen Ripley having a bad dream.

There was a moment of silence afterwards. The spiders dropped off the ceiling.

The cats hid under the bed.

The courier stared at me. I stared back. He very slowly put down my parcel on the ground by the front door.

“Uh…” I began. I was going to apologize as best I could but he didn’t give me the chance. With an expression on his face somewhere between disgust and abject terror this professional deliverer of things turned and ran away. It wasn’t a professional ‘I have places to be jog’, it was a ‘Oh Lord what is going to come out of that guy next?’ run.

I’m not proud…but I am a little amused especially as now we’re going to have to move house so I never have to see that poor, scared little guy again.