Sometimes Sunday afternoons are simple times, watching saved up TiVo shows, doing laundry, and gaming. Sometimes, though, reality tosses a boomerang through the screen:

"Hey Scott... you know those two guys who directed those dumb movies you like so much?"

"Ellen, the next time you make fun of the Matrix..."

"Look, I know all you did was drool over the chick in the leather, and you know all you did was drool over the chick in the leather."

"I'll have you know I was paying more attention to the metaphy--"

"Wach-- Wok-- Watch--"

"Wachowski"

"Yeah, well, says here Larry's becoming Lana"

"...!"

And then she got evil: "Kinda makes you wonder just who Trinity was supposed to really be, eh?"

"GAK"

This reeks of urban legend to me, but it's Hollywood... anything's possible. Just when you thought life couldn't get any weirder.