Sadly, I did not, once again, get to see Hunky Santa.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
'72 Dolphins
Somewhere (probably Miami), Don Shula is pounding shots screaming, "take that, Peyton - you're my bitch!!" or something to that end... Or maybe not.
2001 MANIACS on DVD March 21, 2006!!!
Have you seen the last Fangoria magazine? Well.... maybe you noticed a little photo of yours truly in the recap for the June Fangoria Weekend of Horrors convention! If you didn't, no worries -- here it is!! And yes, my dearies, I did indeed get to meet Mr. Campbell. Oh yes, I know you're jealous. Deal with it.
Yup, that's me, there with Robert -- promoting the helllll outta our movie!!! Thank goodness they cut this picture juuuust above my 4-month baby belly :) Of course, Robert had to tell everyone in attendance about my impending "little Maniac." That's his perogative. He's Freddy. And he's kinda scary sometimes.
Yup, that's me, there with Robert -- promoting the helllll outta our movie!!! Thank goodness they cut this picture juuuust above my 4-month baby belly :) Of course, Robert had to tell everyone in attendance about my impending "little Maniac." That's his perogative. He's Freddy. And he's kinda scary sometimes.
Moving Day
As much as they hated the old tiny apartment, the kitties did not appreciate being dragged across town in boxes... Hence, they snuggled up in a closet for quite a while before adventuring out into their swanky new digs. Miss Siouxsie declined the group grope for a cozy spot under the bed.
I actually miss the snow!
I know, it's crazy... it's almost 80 degrees here in beautimous SoCal, and I'm dreaming of a white youknowwhat. Ahhhhh... As if on cue, my Dad sent me a picture of their house in Michigan taken last week after a good night's snow. So, through the beauty of technology, I have snow. In a picture, on my desktop. Now, if I could only find a good fireplace screensaver for Christmas morning, I'll be all set...
Well helllloooo there!
Hello my disco children!! I have left you foundering in the wilderness for far too long, and for that I am truly desperately sorry and whatnot. You know, there's only so much I can type with one hand (the other being busy shoving a bottle in the wee one's greedy little mouth), but tonight the little guy has conveniently passed out, and if I balance him juuuust right... yup, through the beauty of my wireless keyboard, I am bidextrous once again. I'm quite certain that's the proper usage of the word. If it's not, please don't bust my bubble of linguistic superiority just yet. I'm still diggin on it.
Sadly, no fabulous celeb sightings to report... How can I possibly top Scarface at the Target, anyhow? No, this time 'round I have pics for you. In fact, I've got a boatload of pics to shove down your holiday holes. Stand back, kiddies!! (these are pretty old pics lost in the vast wasteland of my old computer -- since revived by the snazzy Dell before me).
Namaste....
Sadly, no fabulous celeb sightings to report... How can I possibly top Scarface at the Target, anyhow? No, this time 'round I have pics for you. In fact, I've got a boatload of pics to shove down your holiday holes. Stand back, kiddies!! (these are pretty old pics lost in the vast wasteland of my old computer -- since revived by the snazzy Dell before me).
Namaste....
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Target rocks...
Ok now, back to the dish!! I've been staying home with the baby a lot, so not much to report... but this being Hollywood, even the most innocent trip out for diapers can be an adventure!
First, though, a snippet for the folks back home. David came bounding in from work the other night saying "guess who I was next to tonight!?!" Now, this guy sees people every day, as you know from reading this blog... who could it be? Last week Dustin Hoffman dropped in to use the restroom... but no, the person who got him so excited was none other than Ms. 30-Minute Meals herself, Rachael Ray. (it should be noted here that he was excited because he knows several members of my family are hard-core RR fans, not because he's suddenly taken a culinary interest... nope, that hasn't happened yet... still waiting...).
So.... on to my Target excursion! In case you haven't been paying attention, Target is my wonderland. John Mayer may have your body, but your body doesn't have a wide selection of crap I need to have. And if it does, well, I have nothing to say about that. So I'm on a fun-filled trip for diapers and other stuff I can't possibly live without, strolling through the satellite radio aisle - which is right across from the toy aisle. I note out of the corner of my eye two adorable little tykes clamoring over this and that toy, accompanied by two young women and an older man. The man is doting over them, and I can't help but notice. Come on -- women just love a man who fawns over little kids. So I'm taking note of the dear scene in front of me and something clicks -- this guy looks familiar. The rational side of my brain says it's just a movie exec on an afternoon off. Black suit, sunglasses... ok, so the sunglasses say either New York or Celebrity. I look again, and think it must be a lookalike - no shortage of those around these parts. But what would a lookalike be doing in the toy aisle at Target with little kids in the middle of the day? It's peak tourist time in front of Graumann's Chinese and there are pictures to be sold!! It just has to be the person I think it can't be... yes, none other than Al Pacino is hangin in the toy section with his beautiful twins (by "National Lampoon's Vacation's" Beverly D'Angelo). No shit. Now, I've seen my share of celebs at this Target (remember? I was shopping for bleach with Bruno Kirby, and passed a cheery Jim J. Bullock at the checkout) - so folks are kind of used to it. But this here is no mere celebrity. This is Al. Scarface. The God-freakin-Father. Damn. People are ducking into aisles whispering into cell phones... at the checkout - yes, I checked out with Al... couldn't shake him my entire shopping experience, actually - people just stood there agog. He took his time, just hanging with the little ones, his older daughter and nanny. In fact, I left before he did - he was watching the little girl play with the employees' stock computer. To humanity's credit, nobody bothered him - a couple of "hey I love your work's," but no big mob scene. There's something to be said for seeing a living legend in the auspices of his daily life. Hearing that voice asking a little person if they need to use the restroom. Kinda cool. Hoooahhhh.
Namaste....
First, though, a snippet for the folks back home. David came bounding in from work the other night saying "guess who I was next to tonight!?!" Now, this guy sees people every day, as you know from reading this blog... who could it be? Last week Dustin Hoffman dropped in to use the restroom... but no, the person who got him so excited was none other than Ms. 30-Minute Meals herself, Rachael Ray. (it should be noted here that he was excited because he knows several members of my family are hard-core RR fans, not because he's suddenly taken a culinary interest... nope, that hasn't happened yet... still waiting...).
So.... on to my Target excursion! In case you haven't been paying attention, Target is my wonderland. John Mayer may have your body, but your body doesn't have a wide selection of crap I need to have. And if it does, well, I have nothing to say about that. So I'm on a fun-filled trip for diapers and other stuff I can't possibly live without, strolling through the satellite radio aisle - which is right across from the toy aisle. I note out of the corner of my eye two adorable little tykes clamoring over this and that toy, accompanied by two young women and an older man. The man is doting over them, and I can't help but notice. Come on -- women just love a man who fawns over little kids. So I'm taking note of the dear scene in front of me and something clicks -- this guy looks familiar. The rational side of my brain says it's just a movie exec on an afternoon off. Black suit, sunglasses... ok, so the sunglasses say either New York or Celebrity. I look again, and think it must be a lookalike - no shortage of those around these parts. But what would a lookalike be doing in the toy aisle at Target with little kids in the middle of the day? It's peak tourist time in front of Graumann's Chinese and there are pictures to be sold!! It just has to be the person I think it can't be... yes, none other than Al Pacino is hangin in the toy section with his beautiful twins (by "National Lampoon's Vacation's" Beverly D'Angelo). No shit. Now, I've seen my share of celebs at this Target (remember? I was shopping for bleach with Bruno Kirby, and passed a cheery Jim J. Bullock at the checkout) - so folks are kind of used to it. But this here is no mere celebrity. This is Al. Scarface. The God-freakin-Father. Damn. People are ducking into aisles whispering into cell phones... at the checkout - yes, I checked out with Al... couldn't shake him my entire shopping experience, actually - people just stood there agog. He took his time, just hanging with the little ones, his older daughter and nanny. In fact, I left before he did - he was watching the little girl play with the employees' stock computer. To humanity's credit, nobody bothered him - a couple of "hey I love your work's," but no big mob scene. There's something to be said for seeing a living legend in the auspices of his daily life. Hearing that voice asking a little person if they need to use the restroom. Kinda cool. Hoooahhhh.
Namaste....
Decemner 6
Today I'm missing my mama... but somehow looking at my new little guy's face makes it easier :)
Namaste...
Namaste...
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