Thursday, December 10, 2009

I Namedrop, Therefore I Am.

I’ve learned a few things over the years. Like if you want to keep your jeans from fading, turn them inside-out when you wash them. And if you want to learn how to be a great kisser, watch a lot of lesbian porn.

One more thing: all Canadians are cool. I’ve never met one I didn’t like, including the most recent one, Eric McCormack, as the Winter Olympic voiceover tour continued.

Eric is exactly what I hoped he’d be: the straight version of Will. Friendly. Outgoing. Remembers your name. And self-deprecating – he couldn’t believe how cold he, a Toronto native, was feeling yesterday. Though that’s justifiable. Temps the last few days in L.A. have dropped to an ungodly 45 degrees, leaving us formerly tough, northeast types crying in our Snuggies.

It’s been said you should never meet your heroes, but for every philandering prick like Tiger Woods is a guy who really gets it. Go Canada.