Because some people don't have lives . . .

. . . there will be a nationwide Rifftrax screening tonight of the worst movie ever made, Plan 9 From Outer Space. I know this because on Tuesday, discussing the career of Robert Novak, I wrote:

Speaking of "journalism through whiskey," there will be a 7 p.m. Happy Hour event Thursday at the Continental Lounge in Rosslyn, Va. -- just across the Potomac from D.C. -- and if you haven't been personally invited, feel free to show up anyway.
Bloggers, journalists, fat cats, bigwigs, congressional staffers, congressional mistresses, lobbyists, interns, hookers, policy wonks, oppo researchers, "senior administration officials," two-faced backstabbing GOP political operatives -- everyone should consider themselves invited.

To which Joe Marier replied:

I can't make the Continental event, alas; I have tickets to see the Rifftrax show at Tysons Corner.

You might have achieved maximum geekdom if . . . well, NTTAWWT.

So while Joe is sitting in a theater full of guys who spent too much time as children playing with the Gilbert DeLuxe Chemistry Lab they got for their 8th birthdays, I expect to be shooting pool with the guys who cheerfully suffered strange rashes as adolescents . . .

Here's to you, Tonya, wherever you are!