I ran into RyRey here during the Olympics (or rather, he was driving and didn’t run into me, even though his wife was distractingly sulking bitchily in the passenger seat, no doubt because she was overcome with jealousy, yeah, that’s it) and can verify that he has a marvelous, yet vacant-looking smile on his face even in the most completely neutral of situations. I wonder what life would be like if we all had marvelous, vacant-looking smiles on our faces at all times, including while navigating challenging rush hour traffic and dodging crosswalk-abusing bloggers…probably people would speak slower to us, using smaller, more polite words.

Apropos of nothing: Call me, Ryan.