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Some shots from Red Eye

Some photos from Wednesday’s Red Eye? Well, if you insist.

Here I am smiling even though my sweater is clearly fitting in a strange bunchy way. Also I’m smiling because with the delay I know that the camera is going to go to me before I’m aware it’s gone to me and so I figure it’s best if my default expression is a smile.

Or this look which yells, “Hi, I’m a good sport. Hit me with whatever you got!” but whispers, “There’s a delay and I can’t really tell what’s going on so I’m just going to make this face.”

And then here I went scuba diving and saw a star fish!

And then we went to the Grand Canyon and I got married.

even MORE photos

Here’s my friend Yami and me on July 4.

Here’s Mike and me on July 4.

Here’s Mike pretending to be passed out on the sidewalk while Brian takes a photo of him. (This is an ongoing photo series.)

Here’s Bret playing a rusty trombone. (Get it?)

Here’s me wearing a hat and glasses because when I see hats and glasses I have to put them on.

Here’s me at the beach looking like I totally belong.

Here’s my friend Brian wearing a stylish sweater.

Here’s the Nagel poster that Mike hung on the outside of his recording studio.

And here’s the Nagel when Mike and Brian attempted to set it on fire with firecrackers. I tried to stay inside but they made me come out and take a photo. (This whole adventure is recounted in this episode of The Daily Alison.)

More photos

Here’s a photo I took in New York when I was trying to see if I wanted to buy the above lip gloss.

I want something that makes me look kind of dead but not just any kind of dead, I explained. I’m looking specifically for a death-from-hypothermia effect.

And then I had a couple auditions and then after one of them I visited my friend’s boyfriend’s office at VH1 and took a photo of his awesome and yet scary window view.

Here’s another one.

And another one.

And then I flew to CA and these two fuckers greeted me at the airport.

And then here’s a photo of my older brothers. “Nice photo, is that recent?” I asked my dad. Then I laughed a lot because my brothers are in their 40s. Ha!  Get it? It’s pretty hilarious.

And then yesterday I went to CAA where the lobby is big and shiny and for some reason I kept thinking about how much you’d mess yourself up if you went running straight into one of the giant slabs of marble or if you happened to wipe out on the stairs.

Headshots

So I’m super overdue in posting photos which is what always happens when I come to CA. First I get a suntan and then I get plastic surgery and then I forget to put photos into my blog. It’s a problem. Anyway, I’m now going back and catching us all up.

So I needed new headshots. Here’s the image from the shoot that it looks like I might be going with although there are a zillion other images which I enjoy spending my time poring over and also talking to.

Wait, here’s an image (below) which has nothing to do  with headshots but I’ll be just damned if I’m going to  re-categorize now.  Check it out, it’s the dorm I lived in at Pomona College which was recently featured on Top Chef Masters.  Fun fact: the other side of that dorm was the exterior of Eastland from Facts of Life!

Ok back to the headshots. They were shot by the super awesome Ben Goldstein. If you need photos I recommend him.

The above is me just hanging out looking dewy.

Why did I look dewy, you ask? Because my makeup was done by the also super awesome Vincenza Carovillano. I was planning on doing my makeup myself and then about 20 hours before the shoot I freaked out and realized I probably shouldn’t do it myself and Vincenza, who used to do makeup on Weekend Today in New York where I did Best Bets for three years came to my rescue and she was a Godsend. Without her my face would have looked weird and my bra would  have been showing and my shirt would have been wrinkly and plus, I wouldn’t have laughed as much. Seriously, I can’t thank her and Ben enough.

This is me with Vincenza.

Here’s Ben and me. At this point I was so tired I was leaning entirely on Ben I think.

And then after I went to a party that Diana Falzone threw. I made sure that we took a photo where we looked kinda drunk and blue-tinted.

Now I have phantom helmet syndrome

I was on The 404 today and wore a helmet the whole time to protect myself from accidentally looking beautiful. You can go here to read about the morning from their perspective (and to listen to the podcast and watch the video.)

Here are some photos. Ooooh, photos. You love photos.

Here I am in the monitor seeing if it’s safe. (It was.)

Here I am with the guys, protecting myself from accidentally falling job offers.

Here I am with Jeff Bakalar. My head looks so naked in this photo!

And here I am with Wilson Tang.

And here I am with Justin Yu. Despite the fact that I’m a wacky/zany person, I seldom make the wacky/zany face in photos hence many shots like the above. My repertoire is more limited to talking into bananas/carrots and wearing helmets, obviously. And, as the above picture would attest: looking pasty. I need a tan and a helmet.

Photos from last night’s Red Eye

Here I am smiling.

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I’m a vegetable narc. Also, here are some photos.

So I’m overdue in posting some photos. The above is a green room shot from Geraldo. It’s actually a makeup room in the green room shot. Note the wee Josh Groban behind me.

Oh and here’s the world’s ugliest red-or-is-it-green pepper. Do you see it? If I knew how to put arrows into photos I’d do that but let’s see here. If you aren’t seeing it, it’s directly to the left of the cabbage heads in the middle row. I don’t think this photo quite captures its horrifying freak of nature quality. It looked like it had a green tongue sticking out of it. And then when I went to snap a photo I’m pretty sure one of the grocery store guys took off to alert the boss in the back that there was some kind of vegetable narc on the premises. That’s fine. I’m kind of a vigilante vegetable narc. I make a citizen’s arrest of this pepper. Do not stare directly at this pepper.

And this is why late nights are confusing lately. Maybe? I don’t know. I’m too fired up about the pepper to really think about whether this is the sign that captures the confusion or not however basically it’s very easy to misread these signs (there are a few different ones) and end up standing on a platform for a train that’s never coming which isn’t a metaphor but when it happens to you it’s impossible not to feel like it’s a sign of how you’re living your life, instead of a sign about how you misread or don’t read signs, which is also a sign.

Oh hey and this is X’s manager Mike Rouse, Billy Zoom of X and me in the green room at Red Eye. Here’s an article about how I know Billy.

And then here’s Billy and me.

And here’s Doug Benson and me. We were totally baked in this photo except for me. Thanks to his being in town I saw two plays and a comedy show last week. Left to my own devices I might have just taken photos of atrocious vegetables.

Oh and kind of related by not entirely but kind of: I’m trying to get the word out about The Daily Alison so if you enjoy it please tell your friends and if you don’t enjoy it, please try to enjoy it. No, try harder!

I was on Geraldo tonight

Did you see it? Here’s a green room shot that I uploaded to twitpic. I could say more but I’m tired. Maybe I’ll talk about it more on my daily vlog tomorrow? I bet I will. I will however say that after the hit (that’s TV talk for “appearance”) it was all I could do not to eat the trough of carbohydates that were sitting in the green room because I was hungry and they were there. Instead of eating the whole palette of them I just picked at a muffin that tasted strangely brothy. “This muffin tastes like soup,” I thought to myself, wondering if there are soup muffins. But it was sort of sweet at the same time. Like a sweet chicken muffin, which would be a great nickname for someone you don’t like all that much.