I was moving photos off my camera and onto my computer and found a few I thought I’d post. The first is Brooklyn Heights taken from the promenade yesterday when I was wandering around apartment hunting:
The second is a view of some trash in a trash can with the promenade in the back:
And then here’s Tobey from when my parents were here:
And here, too, is Tobey. Also? Some shoes.
I should get back to vlogging. I will do that soon, promise!
In the post below I mentioned going to a party last night where they had a meat pinata. What was inside it? We never found out.
Tobey on his little bed with a toy
Thanks to Adam from Apple for the following shots. In this first one, we see David Schwimmer at the Q&A at the Apple Store that I moderated last night. We were talking about the movie he directed, Run, Fatboy, Run:
And here’s David Schwimmer talking and me looking like I’m sitting in a wheelchair. I’m not, mind you, but don’t I look like I am?
This next one captures David Schwimmer and me, sharing an intimate moment and really connecting as only interviewer and subject can.
And in this next one, we are tiny. (not to scale)
Here’s the crowd. See if you can spot my sister!
There was this whirly-bird sounding alarm thing that went off and started pretty quietly (but audibly) while David was talking and then it got louder so I said “sorry about my cell phone.” The result? Big laughs. Duh!
I’m going to be contributing to three shows on the Soap Opera Network. Soap Opera Channel? I forget, but given Tobey’s affinity for All My Children, you can imagine how exciting this is! Also, I’m manning one half of the debate column in Page Six Magazine this Sunday so be sure to pick it up if you’re in the city or nearby environs. I’ll be squaring off with (squaring off against? how exactly does one “square”?) another notorious commentator—whose last name is my first name—and there will be little tiny pictures of both of us. Tiny pictures!
Finally, four people have looked at me like I’m insane tonight because of my insistence that it’s common knowledge, at least on television, that if you receive a suspicious package you put it in the shower. Does anyone know what I’m talking about? Yes, okay yes, fine, my understanding of this is largely informed by the episode of Facts of Life where Tootie is obsessed with Jermaine Jackson but I’m pretty sure this can’t be the only place I’ve encountered it. Thoughts?
I feel like I should explain, but I’m too tired.
Here’s the clip though.
You’d be amazed what you can find when you spend a considerable amount of time scouring the internet for pictures of yourself. Wait, did I just say that? What I meant to say is that you wouldn’t believe how time flies when you’re teaching young children how to read. Also, here are some photos PLUS A LINK TO A CLIP:
And then an older one I found:
From Tuesday’s show, along with an image because your clamoring is deafening. And embarrassing!
