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Author Archive | Alison Rosen
Either
someone near me has wind chimes, or I’m trapped in a constant state of foreshadowing.
Last night's Red Eye
I feel like I should explain, but I’m too tired.
Here’s the clip though.
UPDATE: I'LL BE ON RED EYE TONIGHT
Your 3am just got a lot more exciting! [note: I’ll actually be on closer to 4am!]
Got a question about Greg, Bill or Andy's body language?
Post it in the comments for use in a future body language segment, won’t you? I will be your best friend. Maybe. Oh and please include name, city and favorite RE moment, if you want. Thanks!
Preview of my interview with Bob Saget
“I won’t talk about vomit, but I’ll talk about poo.”
Breaking news about my hat…
from the TONYblog…
Holly Golightly
The weather outside is beginning to be frightful but my hat with a pom-pom on the top is delightful. Actually, it’s not really. I’m sad to report there’s some give in the pom and so it was really rocking back and forth as I walked down the street yesterday, like I had a tiny cheerleader on my head. It made me think of the way Brian described the physics of his teenage hair. But you know where you won’t need a hat? At a rock show. Those are notoriously sweaty. Speaking of, I once tried to use the word sweaty in every single blurb I wrote for a different publication. It’s just a good rock word, you know? But I don’t know that Holly Golightly, whom you’ll be seeing tonight, is sweaty per se. But if she wore my pom-pom hat she would be.
more clips from the Red Eye episode below
And for the record, I said “‘scepter nose.” Would “butter nose” have gotten a bigger laugh?
Andy throwing me off Red Eye set
over Facts of Life trivia, naturally. (note: I still defy anyone to stump me on Facts of Life trivia! In fact, leave your question in the comments and I will attempt to answer it if you want. I’m like a Facts of Life magic 8-ball! Signs point to Eastland! Concentrate and ask Tootie! Cannot tell Jo now! And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to write in my Never Get a Date Again journal)