Joel Shumacher passed a group of friends outside a sushi place in Manhattan. He looked even more California Sunshine in person. My friends couldn't figure out why I was tickled and then thought there was something wrong with me for being able to identify a director of Brat Pack movies.

My Lost Boys love is legion.

Off Topic Amys would be an excellent band name.

"We're The Off Topic Amys and our next song is 'Watch Me Tangent!' 1-2-3...Did I tell you about the time the gerbil ate his way through the middle of my Georgette Heyer collection?"

So I thought I got an invitation to a casual alumni cocktail party, but I read the email more closely, and it turns out to be a CAUSAL cocktail party. Awesome! Nerds.

Aims! The Giants rookie Brandon Belt is a tall gangly dude such that the local announcer compared him (quite aptly) to a baby giraffe. He got to meet a baby giraffe.

and it turns out to be a CAUSAL cocktail party.

Are you sure it's not a correlation cocktail party?

I guess we'll see if I go!

Also completely off topic, but, the male editor in my [former] editorial group, who was the only one who had been promoted (twice), just quit because "it wasn't a good fit" because the job had changed so much recently (true, they basically added a whole other job to it) and he was working ridiculous hours as a result. He had been there for almost ten years.

So, in just over a year, they have lost 3 of 5 editors (and hopefully, as of next week, maybe 4). Even my crazy boss is talking of leaving. They are royally screwed. And it's their own damn fault.

in my editorial group

They're not your editorial group anymore.

They're not your editorial group anymore.

Thank god.

I've not met Me'shell N'degeocello, but I am on the liner notes of one of her albums.

Oooooh, which one?

I sat one table over from Gwyneth Paltrow and a bunch of other famous folks (Chris Martin, Tim McGraw, Faith Hill, a few others) at a bluegrass club last year. But my best celeb story is that I once carded Benjamin Bratt for alcohol.