Audrey is now Worshiped As A God by the boys in her preschool class (Please let it be known that Rosa was way first on this particular bandwagon, excluding myself of course).  When she showed up at school today in her Thomas the Tank Engine outfit, all the boys just gathered around her and stared in wonder.  Ben recovered first, pointing and saying, “That’s Thomas!” Reid regained his manlyness by shouting, “I am the scariest monarch butterfly in the world!” and running away.  The rest just quietly developed an unreasonable expectation of coolness for potential mates that will plague them for the rest of their lives.

The day is not over, of course, and there will be photos of the Rag Shag Parade and other high fructose corn syrup fueled shenanigans later tonight.

Also there is this:

more extra awesomeness at mccaincomics.com

Oh, and you read Margaret and Helen, right? Right???

The GoogleChat gwitters of my friends and husbands are giving me pause:

• “Who gave me the plague?”
• “? Waaaah! My throat hurts”
• “I am a random viri’s bitch.”

Yesterday at school, one of the younger kids raced down the hallway to tell Audrey, “You’re the best kid in school!”

At bedtime last night, she said to Pete, “I don’t hear any stories coming out of your mouth.”

There’s a car chase downtown today. Quelle exciting. Mel “Sugartits” Gibson has been shooting a movie in town for the past few days. I am ThisClose to celebrity. For example:

1. My friend Niki can see the summit house they built on top of Mt. Sugarloaf from her house;
2. GL’s workplace downtown is overrun with extras and wardrobe;
3. Katy met Mel’s dog.

I feel…like I should be more excited. I wish I were more excited; it’s not like this happens every day. But, we get our fair share of celebrities here, mostly from performances at the Calvin. Plus Augusten Burrows, Sonic Youth dude, and until recently, Kurt Vonnegut- not to mention the Ever Famous and Fabulous Jaz Tupelo- live here, so we have a few people to worship if we so choose. And Mel has a few shortcomings that are less than attractive- no link necessary, I would think. I am more excited that Ira Glass is coming in November. (Ira! Over here! Let’s be friends!) (Sarah Vowell is coming in February, but Tina has already claimed her as Future Celebrity BFF.)

Also, celebrity is weird, as a concept and surely it must be as a lifestyle. I mean, I know who you are, but you have never seen me or heard of me, ever? How weird must that be?

And it’s not like I have much in common with most celebrities; I mean, maybe I do, but I don’t really know any of them, so it’s hard to say.

My Celebrity Encounters To Date
One time I waited in line with an old boyfriend who loved Type O Negative (I know; shut up) and after we told them the whole, “big fan, great album, blah blah here sign this”, the line got held up, so we had to just stand there in front of them, and it was incredibly uncomfortable. The standard small talk is inappropriate, and to make it even worse, the band had been in the most recent issue of Playgirl, so it was all, “Hey, so, you have a penis. Seen it. That’s, you know, cool.” Eeesh.

Robert Redford walked past me in a Denver hospital.

Feel free to share your celebrity sightings in the comments.