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…