If he doesn't eat eggs, he's mine.

In Los Feliz I have bumped into Colin and Leslie Hope, who do both count, because I didn't mean to bump into them. So purloined sightings. There was also the Zafniakis guy from Tru Calling buying gas, Eric Balfour eating on Hillhurst, Paul .. Paul .. an old black actor whose name I forget in the Albertsons on Hillhurst. At least.

Oo, just think, the waitress would be all, "Huh, I know another customer that orders that," and then he'd be forced to find me, forgoing all other pursuits until he found me!

Or it's possible I'm just really bored.

I've seen Giovanni Ribisi (sp?) twice in that 'hood.

Hee--this is great: The State of the Union Drinking Game!"

Where did I see Ribisi? Airport! It was the first leg of a flight from JFK -- Bradley Cooper was on the second leg.

If every person I met wanted something from me except small children and my gigantic immediate family I might only hang out with those people

But I don't think you would, Trudes. Lots of other gigantic celebs have managed to have a life. Paul McCartney raised a family and drives his own car and has friends and he was a BEATLE. Ron Howard has been in the business since he was three and he has a family and adult friends. We have many examples of HUGE stars navigating the trickiness of fame without totally isolating themselves as he has done, so it's clear it's not merely the price of fame. He IS an anomaly and an anomaly in ways which raise people's hackles. It's not the stuff or the surgery, since a lot of rich folks buy toys, I don't think. It's the way he speaks and what he talks about and how he chooses to live his life which make folks feel creepy about him. I am NOT saying that means he's a pedophile--I am saying is that he reads as deeply damaged to most people and that is different from having bad taste or lots of vanity. Damage does not equal guilt, though.

The State of the Union Drinking Game!"

Wow -- that's one overly complicated drinking game. It looks like it would require me to pay too much attention.

I let Ribisi and his big-ass, gas-guzzling black pickup truck take a left in front of me, and he didn't wave. He is dead to me.

Not enough money in the world to make me watch the SotU. OK, that's a lie, I'd watch it for as little as $1000.00. Just in case anyone has money they need to get rid of.

But short of getting paid to do it, I think I will watch movies instead.

I saw Michael Musto in the subway station this weekend.

This, though:

1. Everybody gets to kick the crap out of white guy in suit for 15 seconds, only if Karl Rove's transmission link breaks and Bush begins to mumble excerpts from Hugo Weaving's soliloquy on how humans smell in the first "Matrix."

I rather like.