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A couple shots from The Activity Pit (courtesy of Malone's caps)
me me me me me me me me me me me me me (sometimes I just like to say what I’m thinking and feeling)
The morning after
Another pitcher, above, in case you didn’t get the joke and need me to beat it into the ground
Okay, I have to be honest: I never said “okay dokey smokey,” but I did have a problem with “okay dokey.” I think my sister the plant-name stealer did too. I’m reminded of one of my favorite stories, courtesy of one Steve Lowery, who had taken to saying “nighty night” to his kids and heard himself end an interview with a sports legend that way. I forget who the sports legend was of course, because I don’t know sports. Um, Mr. Pigskin? Sherman Bleachers? Doug Dugout? You see what’s happening don’t you? I’ve lost my sense of humor. This is kind of tragic actually, because I was counting on it for the weekend.
Also, I miss the big hair. It had kind of grown on me, literally! And without it I looked so smushed headed and dare I say fat-faced, because (shall I let you behind the curtain? okay then!) whilst in California I got my hair straightened (just the roots or the “regrowth” as it’s called in straightening circles), which is a little thing I do like having my personal assistants shot, for those of you reading all the posts, which results in flat hair (the straightening, not the assistant shooting). It’s why, I think, it poofed up so much the time before last (like poofed up in between when it was styled and when I went on air) and why, since they didn’t want it as big last night, it was kind of stuck to my head. That didn’t make much sense to you did it? My sense of humor along with ability to explain myself have been replaced with a swirling appletini. Let me try again: In its now unnatural natural state, my hair is quite flat. Because the texture is especially fine, it responded extremely well to the poofing last time, so much so that the walk to the newsroom kind of inflated it. Last night though, I think there was less poofing than usual, thus it was stuck to my head. Oh my God, who cares! I’m not even reading this anymore! I mean, seriously. Shall we take a look?
Shot from last night's Red Eye
Some shots from last night's Red Eye
Sometimes I like to punctuate things I say with the above expression.
Except for when I’m clearly nauseated (I have no recollection of what was happening at this point, by the way)
That’s me in the back left, shortly before Greg noticed that was me in the back left.
Showing off my acting chops
Get this, people: my vision is 20/20 and I wasn’t really talking to Rupert! I was pretending!
Pictures from last week's Red Eye
And here’s one from the week before. Now I’m officially wondering what the hell is over to my right, which is interesting since I may or may not be questioning someone tomorrow night during body language about a sideways-esque gesture. Hm.
So…
As it turns out I won’t be doing Red Eye’s Halftime Report this Friday as Andy Levy isn’t going out of town after all, the bastard. Honestly though I was honored to be asked. As for your loss, which is considerable, here are some pictures to make up for it.
Red Eye pics
In this delightful series I believe I was trying to come up with more butt puns while communicating that I’m aware how cheesy it is to make a bunch of said cracks. CRACKS! Dangit I missed that one.
Red Eye photos
Oh look, it’s the wave I always do even if I don’t particularly want to:
And here I am looking smarmy: