Guess who forgot to reset their clocks...

...damnit.

All the boys...are wearing the same shirts...

Tonight on the UCLA campus, my little money tree hosted OC night and showed the first two episodes of season two to about one thousand students. Even more were turned away at the door.

Josh was supposed to be there, but backed out. That made me the famous person there. I offered to fill Josh's shoes, but was flatly rejected.

Anyway, here's a few boring, non-descript images of the crowd.

Gayle, Kris, Elliott (she's only 4mo. old, no blog yet) and Lilah are moving out of Los Angeles this week. It's okay because they're moving to familiar turf.

I'm sorry to see them go, they were the first friends Connie and I made here and never disappointed when it came to entertainment. But, with the addition of Elliott, the greener grass of Los Angeles wasn't as welcoming anymore. So they're off to Chicago where there are things like seasons, changing weather, and no stupid pedestrian laws.

So yeah, guess we'll see you back home, eh Carters?

WHO: Greg Pitts
WHERE: World Cafe
CELEB GRADE: C-

Greg played "Drew" in Office Space, he's the "O-Face" guy.

Anyway, Buckle and I were at World Cafe last night when Greg walked by. I wasn't sure it was him at first because he's put a few pounds. But upon further inspection...Oh...Oh...Oh......yeaaah...

Previous Celeb Sightings: Mischa Barton, Jamie Lee Curtis, Luke Perry, The Hilfigers

Here comes the, "Here's What I Did Last Night, Are You Jealous?" post.

Last night, Mike and I "covered" the FOX Fall Launch Party. Overall, it was great. But due to the rain and location, most of the celebs were rushed off the red carpet, right passed our tent, and into the eatery. Oh well.

I still got to talk to my favorite ladies, Melinda Clarke and Amanda Righetti before I made an ass of myself in front of Jeffrey Tambor.

Inside the party, Mike and I cruised around and he chatted up Tony Hale while I C-teamed it and talked with Alia Shawkat's dad for half an hour. Hey, he's a producer!

Connie is two-three today. Happy birthday!

So we're driving up to Kris and Gayle's place for a going away party. Traffic is doing it's usual stop-and-go...and then we're rear ended...on the 110 freeway.

And we're rear ended pretty good. I saw the car in my rearview mirror JUST as it hit and I then turned to see Connie crashing back into her chair. I take a moment and figure out what happened and I make sure Connie is fine. She's dazed, concerned that her sunglasses had landed on my side of the dashboard. Then, doing the right thing as a human being (it doesn't happen often), I get out of my car and go to make sure the other driver is okay.

As she walks toward me, I ask her, "Are you okay?" and she replies...

"Why were you stopped?"

God bless Los Angeles.

The first picture is the chaos afterward. We blocked the right lane of the 110 for almost an hour before an officer told us to move up where we'd wait another hour before we could leave. My Accord, as much as I hate it, took the hit like a champ. My bumper is messed up, but not as bad as I had imagined. The force of the impact had also thrown us around in our seats so much, that they're both broken and recline farther back than they should.

The other lady's car had to be towed away.

But we're okay. Connie and I both have back pain and headaches, her's worse than mine, and we're going to be making sure that it doesn't get worse. Insurance agencies have been called, and now we play the best game in the world.

So to readers who were stuck on the 110 North on Saturday afternoon...sorry about that.

After watching The Apprentice tonight, Kyle's Tivo revealed the following yet-to-be-watched recordings, all together, all on one screen:

Scrubs
Men With Breasts
Diary of a Political Tourist
Alex & Emma
MacGyver
Frankenstein
CSI: NY
The Bachelor

...who are these people?

In the last week, I bought myself an xBox and Alison's old iPod. Both of which I'm enjoying thoroughly.

The downside is that I've been so preoccupied with gadgets that I keep forgetting to ask this weird girl what she's doing in my apartment and why she keeps eating my food.

Who is that chick?

So to my complete amazement (ask Connie, I keep talking about this), my cell phone is alive again...barely. There's moisture all inside the displays and as you can see, the camera.

But SERIOUSLY, how incredible is it that my little phone withstood soak and suds and is, for the most part, fully functioning? We'll see if she doesn't need a little more drying time before we call the company for a replacement.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to throw my Playstation in the sink and see how that holds up.

To those of you who might wish to contact me via cell phone...you can't.

I washed it in the laundry this morning.

I just hope the repair people don't lose the pictures of your mom I had on there! KABOOOOM!

Caribbean? Care-uh-bee-un? Cuh-rib-eean? Whatever.

WHO: Mischa Barton and Brandon "Fat Head" Davis
WHERE: Morels French Steakhouse
CELEB GRADE: Ms. Barton, B+; Fat Head, D+

When we strolled by, Mischa was gesturing and flopping around with a big ol' probably-inebriated grin on her face. I wish she was that animated when I interviewed her in April. Anyway, Brandon sat quietly sipping on a drink and mustering the strength to keep that giant melon of his upright.

Previous Celeb Sightings: Jamie Lee Curtis, Luke Perry, The Hilfigers