Seizing The Moment ...

First I want to wish my sister Kell, a Happy Birthday! You can go wish her a Happy Birthday over at her BLOG too if you want.

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So Natalie Portman and somebody less important than her have started this new website about film making called makingof.com. The idea behind the website is that movie fans will get to see all the people that it takes to make a movie. All the support people and behind the scenes people all that good stuff. I think this is pretty cool because there are a lot of really essential people behind every movie that never get any real recognition. Not even during the "In Memoriam" segment at the Oscars.

But, today's post isn't about that website. What I want to address is what happened while Natalie was taking questions from the audience that was gathered for her announcement about the launch of this website. Some dude got up and basically hit on Natalie...


"Alas, Portman’s traffic likely dropped by one today when a male fan ambushed her. “I’m having girl issues,” he said, standing up to offer the last question. “I was wondering: How does one attain the key to your heart?”

Groans ensued. Portman smiled. “Not in an audience."'


Okay, so I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Man, she owned him." And you're right, she did. And you're thinking "That dude is kind of a douche nozzle." Correct again.

But, I also kind of admire that guy. I mean, that took courage in a way. He had to know he was going to be humiliated but it's Natalie Freaking Portman. It was worth a shot.


This is the best chance this dude is ever going to get. This is as close as he will ever get to Natalie without a couple of big goons grabbing him and taking him into a back alley somewhere and beating the shit outta him, leaving him with a couple of broken ribs, some internal injuries and bleeding from a couple of holes that he didn't used to have. You just don't get this kind of opportunity in life. Oh sure, we will probably all get a chance to hit on Linsday Lohan at some old dive bar, liquor store or crack den someday. But this isn’t some skank we’re talking about. It’s Natalie Freaking Portman. The chick that every pervy, socially awkward, virgin until he was 30 years old guy has been in love with since she played Mathilda Padme. It’s the chance of a lifetime!

I'm proud of him for not cowering in the big moment. This was his one chance. The chance he's been waiting his whole life for. The million-to-one shot we all dream of and only hot Vegas cocktail waitresses chasing George Clooney ever get to realize. He seized the moment and went for it. And he didn't care how badly he was humiliated or how much of a pathetic obsessed, creepy, stalker fan boy dweeb he looked like.

That takes balls. Oh sure, Natalie now has his balls in a drawer somewhere. But, while the rest of us spend our lives sending letters to Natalie that just get forwarded to the authorities and get those restraining orders and warning letters from lawyers in return, he had the courage to bring his creepiness right out into the open for everyone to see.

Now he has a great story he can tell his kids grandkids his creepy friends during happy hour. A story of courage. A story of taking that chance when it presents itself. An inspiring story of a sad, desperate man who, face with insurmountable odds and the chance to be mocked by bloggers the world over, stood tall, stood proud and hit on Natalie Portman.

Bravo man! Brav-OH! I am proud of you. And I hope his story has inspired you to just go for whatever it is you want in life, consequences and dignity be dammed too!