


In the past, I've primarily met people through online dating sites, but I'm sick of that. I need some face-to-face time. It seems to work much better. Of course, I have no idea where one would find some nice, eligible men (can't they just throw them all together in a big vat and we can pick through them?). I'm sure if I just sit home crocheting and watching movies they'll just show up at my door, right? That's how it works, isn't it? Ha!
Oh, crap. I just remembered. I have low self-esteem. I can't date anyone anyway until I love myself (why did my mind just mock me when I said that?). Oh well. Back to the drawing board.
Now, maybe it's just me (because we all know I'm a *wee* bit partial to him), but someone appears to be missing in this cover shoot for the Saved By The Bell cast reunion (20 years later - can you believe it???). I mean, he's even missing from the smaller shot of the cast "back then." Um, what? Like Screech wasn't a completely integral part of the show. Come on! How could they do the cover without him? Now, I'd heard on the radio that he was there, but they airbrushed him out....which doesn't make any sense at all. Can someone please explain the real story? Inquiring minds want to know. This is big news, people. Big news!
Hey, Jude (insert Beatles song here). First of all, you're there to sign autographs and look pretty. Not to read. Wrap that up, OK? Secondly, the scarf? Really? I'm afraid you've got a touch of the gay scarf. I'm just saying.
Hmmm. Apparently Kate Hudson can close her mouth....but, man, does she look mean when she does. I think she wants to hurt me.
Man, that Jonah Hill is one fine piece of man meat, I tell you. Except he's dancing with dirty, smelly Russell Brand, which must really suck. Pee-eww.
Is it? Could it be? Is Posh Spice actually human and normal? She's even wearing flip flops! Wow. Miracles never cease.

First and foremost, I'd like to re-take the pictures that didn't work or weren't taken due to circumstance. Which ones plague me the most, you ask? Meeting my #3 celebrity, Benicio Del Toro, at Sundance in 2002 but being told there were no pictures allowed. However, when I met him he put his arm around me (!!!!) and asked where the camera was. CURSES!!! Likewise, I met Jerry Seinfeld at a Dodgers game in like '94 and took a picture with him....but the stupid disposable camera didn't work properly and when I went to develop the picture, I got a black space. Um, WHAT?!?! It's Jerry Seinfeld, people! And he HATED me. Oh, yeah. HATE. So I'm not really sure I could pull it off again. 
In another sad story of a broken camera, I had my picture taken with James Marsden at Sundance a few years ago, but his friend did something and erased the whole thing when he handed the camera back to me (jag off). Sadly, the movie started up right then and I couldn't retake it. Blast! I also saw and spoke with Emilio Estevez in Vegas about ten years ago, but he was gambling and no pictures were allowed. He did sign an autograph for me, though. Not sure what to do with that, but it's something, right?
Finally, my Dream List would conclude with the remaining members of my Top Male Celebrity list: Owen Wilson and Ben Affleck. YUM. Now, it should be noted that I've gotten their counterparts, Luke Wilson and Matt Damon respectively, but to get Owen and Ben would be a yummy treat for sure. Please, Universe, bring them to me. :) Pretty please with a cherry on top?
The best thing about this first picture with Jesse Bradford (although blurry) is that my friend Scott was able to capture it on film as it was being taken and it's featured on my short film Pinky's Fandance. I love that. :) Anyway, the first time I met Jesse it was a really quick picture while we were up visiting the Slamdance venue. While I was stoked to see him, I was bummed about the blurry picture.
So, of course I approached him for a picture. His response? "I'd prefer not to, as this is their gig and I wouldn't want to detract attention." Um, really? Really? I mean, fine, say no, but there's no need to make up some bullcrap story. You're better than that. Because of this atrocity, I've decided to compile my Brown List (OK, in reality, this could be considered my sh*t list, but I'm trying to make it color-centric and family-friendly). Aside from Jason, who obviously makes the list automatically for his response alone, I present the rest of the Brown List:

Anthony Kiedis is on the Brown List, but I really don't care if I get a picture with him or not. Still, the elaborate way he shot me down ("I thank you, but no" with the hand gestures...we all remember) makes me want to get one anyway.

Ah, Ryan Reynolds. I always thought he'd be so nice. I even watched him on Three Men and a Pizza Place. But, alas, I was wrong. He shot me down because he was "busy." Whatever. Busy shmusy. Don't walk down Main Street then, big shot. You're going to get stopped. That's all there is to it. However, just take a picture with me and all is forgiven.
Gwen Stefani is just so cool, even in a tie-dyed skirt. Apparently the family that tie-dyes together, stays together.
Now, exactly how lazy does someone need to be to enlist the services of a Personal Umbrella Holder? And how does one become such a thing? Perhaps that's the next job I should seek out. Especially if it gave me access to crazy TC!
Why, hello there, Reid. Would you like to come to Salt Lake City to hang out? You would? Fantastic. Just let me know when to pick you up from the airport.
Someone call the authorities! J.Lo's son stole Brad Pitt's hat!
That is, unless you want hilarious things done to your pictures. This weekend my friend at work left a comment on FB (FB = Facebook, BTW) that "I suck" for meeting Chris Pine. Oh, really? I suck? So, yesterday I printed out the picture of me and Chris Pine with the words, "Don't be a hater" on it and left it on her desk. Today, I was sent a jib jab video (not sure how to post on here, but it's on my FB page) and this funny picture with Cookie Monster. Nice! :) Nothing like wasting time to make the work day go faster. :)
Unfortunately, this comic isn't exactly true, but I do think it's a great goal to shoot for. Today is the first day I've been back in therapy since my counselor tried to break up with me earlier this month. It was a really good session. We discovered that my core issue is (drum roll, please)...lack of self esteem. Surprise! Is anyone surprised? Not me. We discussed how kids used to taunt me on the playground when I was in third and fourth grade (lovely names like "Kristen Pisten big fat Kristen" and "Big Fat Tub-a-lard") and how these names have pretty much plagued me since then. She said I hold them too way close (even to this day) and to counteract this negativity, I need to yell back at these mean kids and start speaking positive self-talk to myself. Um, OK. It can't hurt, right? Perhaps I should be like Stuart Smalley on SNL and start each day by telling myself, "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me." Any other suggestions? Just exactly how does one start being positive after 36 years of negativity? I'm at a bit of loss on how to start.
He's also the brother of Hallie Kate Eisenberg (of Pepsi commercial fame). I saw him at the world premiere of Adventureland and he was kind enough to take a quick picture. Yes, I know my face looks like a tomato. What about it?
As a diehard Grey's Anatomy fan, I kind of love that George and Izzie hang out in real life. But why is she trying to dress up like J. Lo? It's not even a good look on J. Lo. Blech.
The most annoying email from my trip? A Breaking News report from http://www.people.com/ announcing that Reggie Bush and Kim Kardashian have broken up. Really? Breaking up? WHO CARES?!!?!? Like I could give half a crap if they were together or apart. People, you let me down.
Speaking of celebrity break-ups, how many of us were SHOCKED to hear that LeAnn Rimes and her gayface husband broke up? Not me! I'm more shocked they lasted as long as they did. Oh, and Eddie Cibrian just *happened* to get divorced at the same time? Hmmm. Coincidence? I think not.
It was so nice for Mr. Douchebag to get dressed up and shaved so nicely for Mrs. Douchebag's directorial debut. Is he wearing cords?
Hey, Hasselhoff. I realize life is hard, but yikes. Hard times, Hoff. Hard times.