I had a wonderful opportunity recently to get some head shots taken in exchange for letting a cosmetology student put makeup on me. Now, not only do I have a wonderful portfolio of
professional pictures, but I also have less hair between my eyebrows (yes, it hurt).

I've narrowed my favorites down to these three:




Apparently this one isn't showing up so here is a link to it



So now I need your help to make the final decision.

Vote in poll section in the sidebar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

I'm a celebrity, get me into here

Every now and again you experience something in life that you know you will never forget. Last night was one of those times.

My friend David is down in LA for the long weekend and to celebrate we decided to splurge on some good Sushi at Katsu-ya. In between dining on the best baked crab hand rolls and onion strip ahi that I've ever had, he mentioned that he'd never been to this restaurant without seeing a celebrity. This suprised me due to it's quaint atmosphere, and crowded seating. Don't let this sentence fool you I'm posting this on my blog, not Yelp. Back to my story:

As we're leaving, we're talking to each other in front of the valet when we see a bright flash coming from the side. We turn to look and there is a lonely man with a camera.

Did you really just take a picture of us?

He goes on to explain that he's sorry and that he left his good flash at home and had to use this one for the day. David asked if he thought we were celebrities, and I specified asking which one of us he thought was the celebrity.

When the man didn't know, David revealed that he was Matthew Broderick. Following suite, I admitted to being Ryan Reynolds and complimented the paparazzo on his keen eye in spotting us.

Now, before I go on, this is what my friend David looks like next to Matthew Broderick:



And this is me next to Ryan Reynolds:


The clearly clueless photographer then proceeded to question us regarding our future projects which we declined to talk about. He then asked us to pose for a few more to which we gladly obliged.

When the valet pulled up with my (very dirty) 2007 Toyota Camry, the now completely oblivious papparazzo asked if we would pose getting into my car. Again, we were generous enough to give him a few more glamor shots of these two superstars jumping in to their sweet ride.

As we drove away in hysterics we imagined this poor guy proudly showing these pictures to his boss, getting fired for wasting his time, returning to his mother's basement, and resuming his marathon of old MASH episodes.

On the plus side, I look like I might be someone important; which means I am dressing for the job I want, not the job I have.

What to expect

First let me say that if you have any expectations for this blog, then you're going to be greatly let down; and then skyrocketed into space to surpass all your previous expectations to such a degree that your head, heart and genitals will surely explode.

From here I will begin to tell you my life and observations as I see it. From the perspective of a white Jewish guy in Hollywood trying to play the minority card. From the mind of an offspring of two therapists. From the upbringing of a sheltered upper middle class American, thrust into a world that could care less about his expectations.

There. Now that I've set the bar impossibly high, let us begin.