Busey

After not having thought about the great Gary Busey for what seems like several months, I had a passing thought about him the other day. Then, to my surprise, headlines began appearing about his behavior at the Oscars which, as you can probably guess, was fucking crazy.

He bombarded his way into an interview that Ryan Seacrest was conducting on the red carpet with Laura Linney and Jennifer Garner. This is how it started:

"You ... Ryan Seacrest ... I've been looking for you for years," Busey yelled.

"Why? What have I done," stammered Seacrest.

"It's not what you've done - it's what you haven't done that I'm interested in," Busey replied.


Hahhahahahaha. How could you be looking for Ryan Seacrest for years? He does the same thing all the time, Idol and the radio show in LA. It's not like he's on "Where in the World is Matt Lauer?"

The crazytalk continues as he congratulates Laura Linney and then gives a bear hug to Jennifer Garner. Seacrest, using all of his cunning, deftly maneuvers away from Busey by telling him that they'll talk "at the party later." Jennifer Garner, visibly shaken, makes some prissy bitch comment about being kissed on the neck by "that man", oblivious to having been in the presence of an insane genius.

hmmm?

I was just thinking about this: Are we defined by our personal choices of excess?

What I mean is, for example, that I have the ideal of living generally healthily as far as eating habits, exercise, drug and alcohol use, and other general abuse to my body. Because I like to take care of myself. But then there are, of course, pleasures that I allow myself. What I was thinking about is how people can be defined by their choices in this area, meaning what's their poison and in what circumstances they choose to employ it.

Jenny Lewis says, "I'm not my body or how I choose to destroy it." What does anyone else have to say about this? (I'm pretending that anyone other than Rob actually reads this, which they don't).