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I read a crazy (and long as hell) New Yorker article about a man who was trapped in an elevator for 41 hours with no cell phone, food, or water.  The accompanying security camera video is semi-entertaining, if only for the part when he pries open the doors to urinate...yes, I had to mention this.  It's not like I'm suddenly afraid to ride the elevator, since according to statistics, I'm more likely to get hit by a car than get stuck, but still.... Of course, the elevator in my apartment building slightly malfunctioned the next morning and wouldn't go down for a few minutes (or more like, 10 seconds).  No biggie, but not the best timing....  And then a short while later, the elevator at my work stopped moving on the way up to my floor.  While I acted calm and cool, I grew increasingly terrified by the minute.  Jay-Z's "Threat" came on my iPod -- "Am I frightenin' ya?  Shall I continue?" echoed in my ears.  Thankfully, I wasn't in there alone this time, though I immidiately wished the two women beside me were younger and infinitely more attractive.  I mean, if we were gonna be trapped for a long time and fearing for our safety...um, nevermind.  But these are the things that went through my head.  Anyways, the elevator inexplicably began moving again after a few minutes, and a crisis was averted.  The moral of the story:  I'm taking the stairs whenever I can from this point on...

I saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall last Saturday.  I knew about the now infamous full-frontal scene (no worries, link is to L.A. Times article, not a clip) going in, so I can't act too displeased.  I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't particularly enjoy male nudity ever --especially in the gym locker room where old dudes think it's okay to do everything naked (seriously, do you need to shave in the nude??  Did you notice the big stack of towels going in???) -- but at least have it serve a purpose if you put it into the movie.  Granted, it created some buzz and may have sold a few extra tickets for the shock value, but it contributed absolutely nothing to the plot or character development.  Whatev...that's just the first five minutes.  The whole movie, despite getting good reviews, is as predictable and formulaic as they come.  Sure, there are some funny parts here and there, but it's like a recycled version of The 40-Year-Old Virgin and Knocked Up.  Blah...this 'raunchy comedy' genre is getting played out...  I thought Forgetting would be the best part of my weekend, but it didn't even come close to the thrill of getting my first autographed photo of Candace from a friend.  Good times!