[Ed.:* OK, so it wasn't MY evening with Paul Feig so much is at was Bob Young's evening. Bob is a local journalist, garage band rock star and all around good guy. He sent this along last week and for a variety of reasons (mostly having to do with my Xbox 360) I just got around to posting it today. Also, be forewarned. I no longer have the election to obsess over so I might actually start writing about, you know, SEATTLE. In any event, without further distractions, here's Bob's (excellent) post.]
What am I doing here?
It's just me, Paul Feig -- my current hero -- and a few nervous Borders' employees.
I figured the place would be jammed, here in Redmond, WA, the geek capital of the Pacific Northwest, to see the guru of geekness, Mr. Feig, creator of the cult TV show Freaks and Geeks.
If you haven't seen the 1999-2000 dramedy, cancelled after 18 glorious episodes on NBC, go rent it. Unless you're really cool. If you were a jock, a cheerleader, or rich; if you had dates and sex and confidence and the clothes and car to match, then it's probably lost on you. Because this is a show about three freshman geeks and three upperclassmen freaks. Caught between the two is an Army-fatigue wearing Mathlete, Lindsey Weir.
