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…which is really just to say that I’ve recently been attempting to confront a crippling fear of heights that I’ve had ever since I was a kid.

When we were in New York in July, I began confronting this fear by walking across the Brooklyn Bridge with my good friend Ciappa.

The Brooklyn Bridge! With me!

I’m not big on bridges—driving across them or otherwise—and the old me never would’ve walked across one. Still, while intimidating at first, the Brooklyn Bridge proved to be an easy first step. The walkway is both above traffic and right down the middle of the bridge, which meant I wouldn’t have to be pressed up against a railing while cars and trucks whizzed past me at 90 miles per hour.

Not that I can blame them. When driving across a bridge, I also haul ass from one side to the other. Of course, I don’t do it to get to my destination quicker, but rather to get the hell off the bridge as fast as humanly possible.

This happens most often on our trips to San Francisco. I’ve driven across both the Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Bridge many times before, and each and every time my heart is racing, my palms are sweating, and my foot is pressing the gas pedal through the floorboards.

And so, obviously, even though we go to San Francisco often, I’ve never had a desire to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I’ve had the desire, I’ve just never had the balls. KB actually ran across the bridge during an early morning half-marathon last year; I slept in and then met her at the finish line hours later. I won that race, if you ask me. In more ways than one.

Still, as I stated above, lately I’ve been trying to step outside of my comfort zone. And so, when we met up with our good friends Bill and Sarah in San Francisco a few weeks ago, and KB and Sarah mentioned walking across the bridge, I decided, “Fuck it. I’ll join them… at least until I can’t anymore.”

Shaking, terrified, and full of brewing barf, I made it to the first (south) tower!

The Golden Gate Bridge!

Here’s an upward shot that I took without stopping or looking at my phone!

Shot by me!

I did stop midspan, however, to take this shot of me with KB and Sarah… if only to prove that I actually fucking did it.

From the center of the bridge!

Here’s another shot of the same spot looking north!

No shit!

And one last shot of San Francisco between the railing and the cable!

I know, I couldn't believe it either!

I nailed that shit! Made it all the way across and back again (though I seriously asked KB and Sarah to walk back over, get the car, and come pick me up).

Next up on my bucket list of scary shit to overcome: flying alone.

Me! Flying alone! In a plane! High in the air!

Oh, shit! I did that, too!

Last week, our flights to Disney World were thrown a curveball when KB had to stick around an extra day for work. Rather than changing my flight and postponing my trip by a day as well (or chickening out and getting off the plane before it pulled back from the gate… seriously, that really happened once), I sucked it up and flew alone.

You have no idea how huge this is… except now, because I just told you so.

In the words of Martin Brundle (from the shittier-than-the-original The Fly II): “I’m getting… better.” Slowly.

One height at a time,


…this time from the streets of New York and with special guest Michael Peña.

Got big,


Michael Peña

So goddamn brilliant…

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How people blindly follow that shit is beyond me,


…has a younger sister named Cody.

Years ago, I shot her high school senior photos. Today, she appeared as Princess Leia in this short from the New York City-based comedy troupe Improv Everywhere.

Here are a couple of shots of Cody from the mission.

Learn more about this mission from Improv Everywhere here.

All growns up,


…who is currently living in New York, sent me these photos last week.

The Syfy Network, looking to promote their “Alice” miniseries, sent a bunch of bunnies marching through the streets of Manhattan last week.

Their heads aren’t nearly as disturbing as their creepy necks. Yikes!

Anyway, here are a few photos from the event. Click on each image to view a larger version.

Rabbits from Syfy's Alice miniseries

Rabbits from Syfy's Alice miniseries

Rabbits from Syfy's Alice miniseries

Michelle with a Rabbit from Syfy's Alice miniseries

Thanks for sending ’em along, Michelle!

Down the rabbit hole,


We Live In Public (Interloper Films)

"We Live In Public"

1. In December 1999, one hundred strangers entered the “Quiet Project.” The brainchild of dot-com tycoon Josh Harris, “Quiet” was a pod motel set up in the basement of a New York City building; for the period of a month, its inhabitants would live, eat, shit, drink, shower and fuck out in the open in front of the project’s other dwellers. Everything was provided, from food and booze to drugs and firearms. And the whole event, every second of that month, would be captured on film forever. Now, go back and read that entire paragraph again. Actually, better yet, just watch the trailer:

2. Director Ondi Timoner (of “DiG!” fame) returns with this intense and terrifying look into the roller-coaster life of Harris; along the way, we realize how frail the human psyche can become when one’s every move is broadcast for the world to witness. You know, with things like blogs and Twitter and Facebook and Blip and Flickr… all of which I maintain accounts on.

3. The film’s subject, Josh Harris, is easily one of the top-ten best film villains of the past decade. Unfortunately for Harris, “We Live In Public” is a documentary and not a fictional narrative.

4. Filmed over a ten-year span, and edited down from over 5,000 hours of footage, Timoner has done a brilliant job at giving her audience those elements that are absolutely necessary to move the story along. With that much footage captured, she easily could have edited out the nastiness of the story, manipulating the audience’s opinion along the way. Instead, the film feels as raw and honest as it should. Kudos to Timoner for leaving the ugliness in.

5. “We Live In Public” left me feeling embarassed for Harris, ashamed of what humans are capable of, and terrified for the future that lies ahead. I can’t wait to see it again.

Big Brother is now,


Old Poop!