Something came up. I’ll continue ‘Conversion To Comedic Fan Girls’ tomorrow. I am not a crier. What I mean to say is that I do not cry easily. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m in fact a crybaby when I’m watching heart wrenchingly sad movies. It’s been years, but I still cry four times whenever I see I Am Sam. And Uptown Girls. Or any other Dakota Fanning movie out there, apparently. I just burst at the seams. I prefer taking action in the now, while I’m still in the thick of the action and my body’s still pumping adrenaline…