shit, the only thing I remember from the first Chase episode, was some video thing introduced by Chevy, which consisted of his face surrounded by several floating Chevy Chase face singing some nonsense song.

Not long after I switched the tv over to Night Court.

You confuse and frighten me. I was a theatre major in university who writes poetry.

Are you me? If we met in person, would we immediately cancel each other out?

i went to the same high school as edward albee. my senior year, he came back to direct some sort of revue of scenes from his plays acted by students. my friend rick was in a scene from 'who's afraid of virginia woolf?' at some point during rehearsal, rick and edward albee got into an argument over a line. edward albee ended the argument by saying, 'i should know, i wrote the f@#&ing play.'

the next day, rick came back to rehearsal, having looked up the line and found out that he had been right. when he presented his findings to edward albee, edward albee asked him, surprised, how he had found out the right line. rick answered, 'you should know, you wrote the f@#&ing play.'

true story.

ps. your comment system sucks. i want to swear.

I do apologize about the comments. I don't know why they suck, because I'm pretty dumb, but I acknowledge their suckness, since a lot of people inadvertantly double-post.

I saw Edward Albee at Hartford CT's Wadsworth Atheneum. He was introducing an exhibition of an artist's collection. Me and my friend Kevin went, if for no more reason to see how many variations on "Don't talk about our son, Martha!" we could work into any conversation. And "ontological syllogism," a phrase I'd once read. I looked up the words, and found that, in essence, it meant "diddly squat."
Kevin was late, so we got there before we could see the actual art. We were seated next to a co-ed with a dog-eared copy of "Virginia Woolf" who was ecstatically scribbling "I can't believe I'm in the same room as Edward Albee!" in her notebook. We were the only people in jeans and t-shirts there, and besides Scribbler, the only people below the age of retirement.
Albee praised the brilliant and "confrontational" art, saying that he owned many pieces. The artist took the lectern and it seemed like the whole thing was a big joke to him. We were mystified when he was asked, "Do you ever use lingerie, or just men's?" The artist laughed at some private joke.
After the complimentary wine'n'cheese reception, we went to the exhibit. His art was underwear glued to giant canvasses, and spray painted black.
SPRAY PAINTED BVDs! We were the only ones in the hallowed halls that just stood there, laffin' our asses off. Well, except for the "artist"--he was also laffin'. To the bank.

Coda: Kevin's t-shirt read "Cop Shoot Cop."
JADED ART GUY: "I can't help but be intrigued by your shirt! What is its meaning?"
KEVIN: "It's a band."
And "ontological syllogism" has become a phrase we use every time we encounter Artiness for Artiness' Sake.

I sat next to David Mamet once myself, and it was the closest I've ever come to having a MASSIVE PUBLIC CELEBRITY-INSPIRED DORKOUT. I stayed cool, though. Well, I probably bounced gleefully in my chair some, but I don't think anyone noticed. Except that Rebecca Pidgeon kept smiling at me, so - yeah, I probably embarrassed myself. But I did it quietly.

(Oh, and hi - I've never commented before, but have reading your blog and giggling uncontrollably for - a year and a half? 2 years, maybe? Not continually, though. That would be weird.)

Well damn.. all I got is that once I saw Lindsey from the MMC at a mall in Orlando.

GOD I am sincerely low brow.

Heee. Man, I liked Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf quite a bit, but by calling Ahl-bee a "desolate hobo" you made a gay girl fall in love with you. Just so you know.
I once sat next to Joel Grey at a play...actually, HE sat, I had standing room. I geeked out and got his autograph and acted like a total ass. I'm usually not such a dork around actors. He was very nice, though. Oh, the play sucked.
My only other vaguely interesting celebrity story is the time I ran into (almost literally, as I was trying to maneuver two hyperactive dogs at the time) Hilary Swank while dogwalking. She's very sweet. Really, I was more interested in her dog. Looked like an all-American 100% mutt - freakin' adorable little fella.