Today, we received an email with the subject line, “Your blog does not have enough Gael Garcia Bernal.” It was as though someone had ripped open our heart, peered inside, and read the tiny note scrawled in blood that had been sitting around, for years, in want of an understanding ear. We can’t really even begin—cannot even BEGIN—to tell you of the kind of thumpitythumping our heart does when Gael Garcia Bernal appears (and we met him in person [!] and he was very nice [!] and very tiny [!] and gentle as an elementary school teacher speaking with an accent tender and smooth as a puppy dog’s belly.) But it seems like there’s never any reason to write about him. Tragedy in four acts! Well, you know what? Every day is a reason to write about Gael Garcia Bernal. Please enjoy a video montage of his face. And so, we can die now. (Thanks to Nikki, who is already dead.)