I sucked face with a guy who later showed up on an episode of Buffy. I had a fling with a guy that was later a co-lead on one of the L&Os. I did not do anything with Dave Chappelle beyond hugging and hanging. I went for beer with Eddie Izzard. I've slept in the same house as Melvin Van Peebles and seen him first thing in the morning (it's not pleasant). I've avoided going out with Mario. I've had sex on Dhani Jones sofa (but not with him--although I have seen him fresh out of the shower with just a towel). I theoretically got a thank you note (Tim lost it) from JAR because I sent him a book (one of the few in print) about something we'd chatted about. Nathan Fillion used my phone (to talk to msbelle, of course). I've not met Me'shell N'degeocello, but I am on the liner notes of one of her albums.

But Big!Boss does the shit where he says one thing one month and the next month loses his shit at us for doing it because we should KNOW that we should NEVER do it. That crap is classic alcoholic parent bullshit. When you can't count on your authority figure to be consistent, and you get punished for it, well, it still pushes my buttons.

A 14 year old light bulb just lit up in my head. Wow, that explains so much.

OMG it's the same guy.

Ha! I wonder if he realizes that those photos will be out there (heh) his entire lifetime.

I just finished of the Ben and Jerry's Peach Cobbler. Nom.

I briefly met Danny Aiello, standing on a curb outside my building. Jesse from All My Children ate lunch next to me in a restaurant in the Village (years ago). Ric Ocasek used to walk down the street my dorm was on when I was at NYU (he lived in the same block). Was at the same supermarket more than once with a soap star. I played pool with Nora Roberts, badly. I met Scott Hamilton, who was sweet and polite and brutally wee.

Living in NY is sort of default cheating at that game, though.

My boss put in vacation for my monday. I just changed it to sick leave. Because liberal leave or not, I would have taken a sick day given all the shit going down that morning even with power, and she was cool with that. (Calling in "sick of this DAY DAMNIT" at 7 am apparently works with her.) Thing is, my boss is on vacation. Her boss is approving leave. I've prepared my tale of woe and stress.

I turned down Jermaine Dupree, Sinbad, and Mike Epps. I played footsy with Michael Imperioli. I negged Tommy Davidson. Hard. I flirted with Bill Bellamy.

Good god, I'm old. Also, black.

Jose Canseco told me he'd beat me up.

Grace had her first soccer practice tonight. [link] Predictably, it did not go well. There were tears. And vomit. But she looks cute in cleats and shinguards!

Jose Canseco told me he'd beat me up.

But that was krav, not flirting. I hope.

But that was krav, not flirting. I hope.

From the look on his face, it was hard to tell. He was, at least, trying to impress me.

But she looks cute in cleats and shinguards!

Oh yeah!

Maria, all the best wishes and ~ma for you DH tomorrow.

Matt, much ~ma to your friend.

Juliebird, that sounds absolutely terrifying.

I came home from work and slept for five hours, because I got no sleep last night. I hope not to repeat the pattern tonight.

Besides meeting Gloria Steiniem (at the same time as smonster) and Jane Espenson (ditto), there are my many drinks with Corb Lund, where he has said many, many awkward, strange things to me. But I'm not sure he counts as a celeb, especially in the US, but it's a nice mental scrapbook of weird.