I have to leave for work a few minutes earlier this morning because my usual passage to the good doctors is being blocked off.
Why is it being blocked off, Lindsay? you may be asking. Well, you, this is a perfectly reasonable question to ask and so I shall answer it with the perfectly unreasonable answer. Because they are filming the feature-length movie version of Alvin and the Chipmunks, a thing I did not even know was happening out there in the world at large, let alone in my front yard. And by yard I mean street, because I don't have a yard because I'm poor and live in a shitty apartment building. A shitty apartment building which is, apparently, the perfect spot to film a favorite childhood cartoon of mine, both old and new versions of it.
I hope this movie involves hot air balloons, diamond thieves, a harem of underage girls, and the song "Woolly Bully," otherwise it is no Alvin and the Chipmunks movie in my eyes.