The last few days I've been suffering from the stomach flu and a wee bit of depression. To overcome both, I've been immersing myself in the dynamic duo of film - Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg (I can't leave out Nick Frost here - he's effing hilarious and just as cute as he can be). What can I say? Some people have Wellbutrin, I have Shaun of the Dead.

I can't help it. I love Shaun.



Actually, I just adore Simon Pegg. He's a good writer, a film buff, and he giggles very easily (see outtakes, esp. the ones on Hot Fuzz). Plus his nice deep voice doesn't hurt. I also find it endearing how his weight fluctuates all the time.

Check out every single special feature on Hot Fuzz and Shaun. They're so much fun. You can tell these guys are total fans by the geek-candy on their bonus stuff. There's a video diary of their promotional tour in America which is utterly fantastic. At one point they're so bored by their phone interviews they start taking off their clothes.

I can't wait for the trio to put out their latest - it looks to be a thing called Tintin.

Also, I have "Spaced" on reserve from the library. The complete series. They haven't even processed it into the system yet, but I'm first on the list.

Look - get out there. Get these movies. Watch them, and you'll understand. And if you're ever wondering what to get me for my birthday, I tell you now - a lunch date with Simon Pegg that will be our little secret.