Thank you very much for your time, and I'll see you in the next video.

Welcome to the smartest man in the world who just grabbed some pieces of paper as they were falling down.

We're here in the pulsing, throbbing epicenter of the theatrical measma and spasm of creativity that is the West Hollywood theater district here in Los Angeles on Santa Monica Boulevard.

Proof casting live on tape for your delectation.

I have some corrections to jump into from last epist proof cast.

As you know, I am the smartest man in the world, but by being the smartest man in the world, I think it takes that kind of person to really admit when they've fucked up.

I misspoke, and I miss represented, and I miss quoted, and here's how it works.

I was talking about the motion picture, Winter's ban, and I had solicited from the audience what the author called his genre, and someone had said it was Mississippi Noir or something like that.

In this case, it's Ozark Noir, to make that perfectly clear to everyone.

Also, I had mentioned a movie called Summer Time with Catherine Hepburn because she fell into a canal in Venice, not Venice, California, but Venice, Italy.

And Catherine Hepburn falls into a canal in that movie, and derived an eye infection that she had the rest of her life, not an ear infection.

I know there's people out there who are thinking, Greg, really, you're starting to show with this?

Talk about ephemera, talk about tangential, talk about completely insignificant on any scale.

Believe me, there's people up at night, all night, making brownies, and pacing the floor, vacuuming, and pouring drain out all over the place.

Just going, it wasn't an ear infection, Greg. It was an eye infection that Catherine Hepburn had.

And to answer one other question, that people have treated me and has been positive and posed and queried, and every kind of smudeling at me.

The theme that we play for the proofcast is by John Wobble and the invaders of the heart, and it's spelled Y-A-L-I-L-I-Y-A-I-N-I.

I leave the pronunciation up to you.

I assume it's Arabic of some kind, and when he sings it, you can hear it. He says, and John Wobble, as you recall, and I don't think it's John Wobble singing.

John Wobble was in the public image limited, which was an extraordinary post-punk band, that fucking rocket, so very, very hard.

Yesterday, as we go to air with this forecast, was International Women's Day, and I was at a comedy club last night doing a set, and Doug Benson, the eminent marijuanaologist, and a comedian, said, hey, isn't it National Ladies Day or something?

I really can't think of a better description for International Women's Day than National Ladies Day.

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