Moving...Schmoving....

I'm not quite sure why this wasn't the first thing I posted this morning..... 

I have a James Franco look-a-like that lives on my floor. I ran into him (sans bear) while exiting the elevator last night. I think I mumbled an "Excuse me" of sorts. Maybe I squeaked it out....Hell, I may have yelled it at him. Who knows. All I do know is that after a monumental discovery like this I'm currently rethinking my whole decision to move.