Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?”
“What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together.
“There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.”
She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.”
“Blasphemy and lies,” I said.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, Matthew McConaughey is a weird guy to live with. No one knows this better than his ghost roommate. Not content to merely be the kind of weird roommate who constantly burns gross incense and doesn’t believe in dish soap, McConaughey’s first night in a new house in the early 2000s included an “initiation ceremony” of some kind in his bedroom. We’re honestly not sure if he’s talking about some arcane ritual or just watching Cinemax late at night.
Later, while sleeping in a tent in the upstairs bedroom (talk about burying the lede) McConaughey started hearing strange noises. He leapt out of his sleeping bag and ran “buck naked” down the stairs, brandishing a baseball bat and ready to fend off any potential intruders. Can you imagine if it was just a garden-variety burglary? Imagine robbing a house, only to be confronted by a naked, bat-wielding Rust Cohle? What would you even do?
We don’t know what “Madame Blue” (which is what McConaughey calls the ghost he found) thought of the whole scene, but he actually attributes their friendly relationship directly to it. “She has no qualms with me – we get along just fine,” he said. “Maybe me being nude all the time is why we get along.”