Working in the tourism industry seems to be another prime source of idiot questions.
Every time I tried to smother it, it came back stronger, and now I would not be surfing unless I paid it dark tribute by puking forth these idiot questions.
(When I think of the occasional articles that pose the cliché, de rigueur, idiot-question about Sundance selling out to Hollywood, all I can say is: Diary, they must be kidding!) I can't stay for the Q & A because I'm meeting Portia for dinner -- oh, dearest, dearest Diary, I forgot to tell you Portia de Rossi is here!
If you went to see this film non-ironically, you're an idiot, no question about it.
As for the second comment, the idiot in question is the aforementioned USPTO, the governmental body tasked with issuing patents and trademarks dating back to 1871.
Who were these idiots, who asked inane questions, when the entire theatre universe knew he was Henry Nuñez.
I can sum it up this way: some called him courageous, some called him an idiot; all questioned his sanity.
The idiots in question are men who sabotage a woman's efforts to keep from getting pregnant or catching a sexually transmitted infection.
The two idiots in question also featured on the upcoming stand-up comedy album Holy Fuck, based on the popular Los Angeles show of the same now.
Nor did he make this film to ask us to decide: "Chris McCandless was he an idiot?" The questions he asks in this movie are much larger: freedom, identity, community.
