>I walked under some scaffolding after much inner dialogue telling me to go cross the street and then re-cross the street after I passed it. Sure enough, CLANG! A giant silver wrench fell from the sky and landed directly in front of me, narrowly missing my big toe. And my HEAD. Then a big bolt fell then I ran. Whew! Close call. This is the second time in New York I have avoided a falling piece of deadly metal. The first was 9/11/02.
I recounted the story and someone said “And on Friday the 13th!” So I guess this day isn’t so unlucky for me.
Oof, This Kid’s Gonna Kill His Dad!
Eric McCormack was quoted in US Weekly this week (Hey, I get it because my clients write the Fashion Police, okay?!) talking about his 2.5 year old son, Finnigan. Behold, a reason for an Oedipus Complex:
He’s into finger-painting recently…and he was naked, running around and the finger paints were out…I looked away for a second and looked back and he was…painting his willy the way a woman would paint her nails, very, very delicate…He looked up and went, “Pink!”