This weekend, our local newspaper dedicated an entire page to my roommate and dearest friend, calling him both a superman and a supercurator. Please. Tell me something I don't know.

It's funny. He's probably reading this right now and squirming. But I watched him struggle with the exhibit for weeks and I know how much he deserves recognition . . . and a copy of Ghostbusters for the 360.

Couldn't be prouder, sweetheart. Hugface.