Hawt 20

Photo shoots are notoriously dull. It takes forever to set up and can last for what seems like a lifetime. However, when you get nightlife entrepreneurs with Irish accents, dashing looks and a kick ass dog named Beau, the afternoon seems to move a little quicker. If only K and I had stuck around long enough to consume the adult beverages serving double duty as props.

Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to be clever.

film crush #122: James McAvoy


(at the Venice Film Festival with Keira Knightley)

He's cheeky, he's British and he steals the scenes in all his films whether he's playing Paul Bettany's horny younger bro in Wimbeldon or a fictional Doctor in The Last King of Scotland. A role that proved despite being a slight 5'7", size clearly doesn't matter when you're this good. I'm quite excited for Penelope.

Keep on Truckin' JM...

b-a-n-a-n-a-s...

I saw a brief mention in the news right after it happened, but New York Magazine recently featured this article exploring the suicides of artists Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake. The couple blamed their erratic behavior and her career roadblocks on the Church of Scientology.

Stay away from those free stress tests and informational movie screenings...

It's cool, I just have something in both my eyes.

le swoon.

don't fret my pet.

When life's a little lackluster, work demands you coordinate 20 photo shoots in a little over a week, and you discover that as delightful as Peter Krause is, even he couldn't save Sports Night, just breathe. Jemaine and Bret were put on this Earth to show you the light.

so baby come to me. baby, show me who you are...

Manders played a show at the Fillmore last night and since MK would dodge traffic to score tix (sadly, she still can't dodge a ball...), I got a hold of a girl I know and got us in. The minute we arrived I was handed proof that it's a small GD world because I ran smack into one of the marketing girls I worked under when I interned at JANE in college. She's serving as MM's tour manager now and I was immediately propelled into the NY nostalgia I had so successfully shaken.

The show was really great. She's got a new sound, an underestimated voice, and looked like she was having a blast. The highlight was mos def the cover of Rihanna's Umbrella and a silky smooth rendition of her saccharin sweet first single Candy, which sent the crowd into an overdose. Naturally MK and I managed to remember all the words which we belted out like secret shames were the new declarations of cool. I had also just consumed three Sierra Nevadas in about 20 minutes so I was feeling pretty frisky. It probably explains how I didn't realize I was on the incorrect camera function when snapping the pic below. Tho I dare say it came out pretty cool.

I've been told I have brass ones...

Ah, nothing like chain mail from a co-worker on a Friday when Beer O'Clock is close but no cigar:

"We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed:

GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask, "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere"?

BALLS - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say, "You're next."

I hope this clears up any confusion. Medically speaking, there is no difference in the outcome, since both ultimately result in death."