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I'll Scream Later Marlee Matlin
Publisher: Gallery Books

Patrick's Day is this weekend, and I think that's as good an excuse as any to talk about my favorite drunken pastime. Like, a lot of times, I'll read something that everybody loves and calls “a classic” (like To Kill a Mockingbird) only to realize, later, (like when I'm much older—later) that it's not as good as everyone thinks. Now, not being much of an anime fan myself, I can't really say for sure what Strong Bad was going for with the style he's emulating here. Much like a certain other email that I'll be talking about shortly, now that I think about it. We headed out to the Oak Brook Borders on Friday night to meet Marlee Matlin at her book signing. Well, maybe you can't, so I'll just go ahead and tell you. No, it's not darts, or pool, or even that old classic: Saying . Half a bottle of Cuervo later, said rock was two feet into the Long Island Sound AND we'd lost the cap. I'll scream “Yes!” to the hilltops. Obsession Level: As If I Wasn't Impressed Enough As if I wasn't impressed enough by Marlee Matlin I went ahead and decided to read her autobiography. (But I remember not liking To . I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For Jocelyn So, if Nanatella didn't make the cut this time, it'll probably show up on the roster later on, down the line. But you know, he could have flicked himself like spit from a passing car, or even screamed his way down, maybe rolled right up to their boots reciting his latest offering, now THAT would have been worth optioning! Marlee crafted her autobiography. Judging by the panicked screams, at least a few others were stupid and/or inebriated enough to jump to that same conclusion. "Take this $100 and I promise I'll make you happy (later)," Oshana recalled Khan telling him.