Hit an early screening of Superbad last night. I’ve been stoked for this one ever since I first heard about it, as the combination of Michael Cera, Jonah Hill, Seth Rogen, and Judd Apatow is so promising that it makes my insides feel queasy.

So what usually happens when I get queasy excited is I throw up, and then what usually happens next is that I get disappointed and depressed and sad and self-loathing, because reality, in all its mediocrity, is always, always a crushing comedown compared to beautiful dreams and foolhardy hopes. But what happened last night is that I laughed my ass for two hours, then walked out through the lobby trying to pick out my favorite lines from the film (of which I have about 800), and then walked out to the parking lot desperately wishing that I had my copy of Van Halen’s 1984 in my car’s CD player. (I did not. Sadly. But just FYI, a scene in Superbad makes excellent, excellent use of “Panama.”)

Anyway: This movie is funny as shit, and I’ll be going again when it comes out on August 17. To pass the time in the interim, I’ll be watching stuff like this: Michael Cera in a hilarious short film directed by Bob Odenkirk. The short is called “Sweet Tits.” It is obviously NSFW, if you care about such things. (Thanks to Chas for the tip about this one; you can catch more of Odenkirk’s great shorts here.)