This afternoon, I saw Amy Ryan (Holly, The Office) and Patricia Clarkson (please tell me you know who she is, ok, fine The Green Mile, Six Feet Under) on the corner in the West Village, giving each other a quick hug.

For a moment I thought, “hey, maybe I should join them? I mean, what’s one more! We’re all sort of blonde, and are the same age, sort of, in kindergarten that was totally enough for friendship!” But then I thought better of it.

And I’m sorry, but I’ll never post photos. I totally fail as stalkarazi. Mostly because I am too shy to ask to take a picture and I never take anything without asking. That’s how you can tell me and Bernie Madoff apart.

(Sorry, btw. This is not supposed to be on the Homepage. It’s supposed to at the Celebrity Sightings Tab. Please standby as I try to figure it the fuck out.)

Since I live in NYC, I see celebrities. On the street. In stores. In my dreams.

On this page, I will chronicle them all. At absolutely no charge to you. Because I like to give back to the community.

Saturday, October 17, 2009 Larry David walking in the West Village with a young woman. I don’t know how young, I was looking at Larry David. I pointed him out to a friend who congratulated me on my great eye. Then we told another friend and she told us that she thought he was hot. Previously, this same friend told me that she thought that David Letterman was hot, so I asked her if she’d like to hook up with Jackie Mason, since that seems to be where she was heading with this whole geriatric comedian thing. No sale.