Crushing Crush

I seem to recall that once upon a time I had some sort of game. I knew how to flirt. I knew what to do. I knew how to work it. Well, at least somewhat.
Now that I have a crush that occupies my mind and heart, I find that I don't, in fact, have any game at all. In fact, I'm a total spaz.
And it's not just that I have no game - the worst part is that I'm so scared of getting hurt or opening myself up, I'm doing things (not on purpose) to send him running away. What's with the sabotage?
 Actually, the sabotage is pretty standard for me. According to my brother, my classic pattern is to pursue someone until they reciprocate and then run screaming the other way. Yep, that sounds about right.
What is wrong with me? He's seriously like THE COOLEST person on earth (gush gush) and I would be the luckiest girl in the world to be with someone I get along with so well. It's so effortless it's ridiculous.
Gah. I need to get a grip. Stop thinking about him it so much. Be cool, man. Be cool. For goodness sake, be breezy!

Pinky's Fandance - Brett Butler

So, the other night I was at an event which was celebrating the new FX season with a bunch of the stars from their shows. I went in the hopes of meeting Shawnee Smith (who was, sadly, not nice at all) and, erm, Charlie Sheen (but I left before he arrived). The event had a weird set-up, but with the exception of maybe one or two fans, everyone who was waiting there was a "dealer" (aka looking to make a profit from selling autographs). Usually, they'll call anyone over to get a signature, but when Brett Butler arrived NO ONE CALLED HER OVER.
I was like, "WHAT?!?!" I thought I was in the Twilight Zone because these dealers will call anyone they can get over. Why didn't they want Brett? I was bewildered. But, I was also beside myself because I'm a HUGE fan of Brett Butler and really wanted a picture with her. From the crowd, all she could hear was my little voice saying, "Brett, can I get a picture with you?" She came right over. Still, even when she was right in front of them no one asked her for a signature. Why not? I LOVED Grace Under Fire and was so stoked to see her. I would've lost my mind in her heyday to finally get a chance to see her in person. I wish I knew why the dealers were so adverse to getting her graph. Odd.

She's FREE!!!!!

Oh, crap. The end of the world must really be near if this is finally happening. TC set his captive free!
 I'm shocked, I tell ya!
Guess that marriage contract was only for five years after all, huh?

Celebrity Wrap Up - Sunday Edition

Hello and welcome to Sunday's edition of Celebrity Wrap Up.
Close your mouth and change that hair. The feathered bangs are a world of NO.
Coolest. Family. Ever.
Do you think he knows there's a camera nearby?
Those shoes are amazeballs.
Bringing a possibly rabid animal on the red carpet? Nothing odd about that. Right?

Maybe I Should Tone It Down?

Yesterday I was being completely serious when giving Crush an answer about something and he didn't believe me. In fact, his actual quote was, "Are you doing your sarcastic thing, or are you being serious?"
Um....perhaps I've got my sarcasm dial up a little too high right now? I mean, if he can't even tell if I'm being serious...I'm doing something wrong. Of course, it's just a protection mechanism around my heart (since we all know that inside I'm made up of pink cotton candy), but he doesn't know that yet. Mental note: Try to not to be so snarky. It's going to be tough!

Pinky's Fandance - Demian Bechir

Demian Bechir was brilliant on Weeds and I can't wait to see him on Savages.
Even better? He's super nice and cool. This was the second time I've met him and both times he was fantastic. Loves it!

Sam Trammell In Us Weekly?!? Yes, Please

Lindsay sent me this amazing article featuring my true love, Sam Trammell, today. Especially exciting? His love for vocabulary! He was a proofreader! And, his neverending love for SNL.
I didn't even know it was possible to love him more. *swoon*

Celebrity Wrap Up - Saturday Hot Guy Edition

Hello and welcome to Saturday's Hot Guy edition of Celebrity Wrap Up.
How do you make Bradley Cooper even hotter than he usually is? Just add dog.
How do you make Ben Affleck even hotter than he usually is? Just add baby.
How do you make Joe Manganiello even hotter than he normally he? Well, you don't really, because you can't get any hotter than that! 
 How do you make Chris Hemsworth even hotter than he usually is? Just add baby. Oh, OK, and a wife. 
How do you make Channing Tatum hotter than he usually is? Lose those clothes already! Sheesh!

Fassbender for Life

My dear friend Mikey posted this amazing picture of the adorable Michael Fassbender on his site and I had to steal it to look at over and over. Seriously, it's brilliant. Our friend Erica took it at the Prometheus premiere in London. Love it!

Pinky's Fandance - Leonard Roberts

One of the good things about our spot at the premiere the other day was the ability to see random people who were walking up to the theater, but not necessarily walking the red carpet. Leonard Roberts happened to be one of those welcome surprises.
My friend Lizzie spotted him because she was hoping he could sign a poster from Bones for her. I was so stoked to get a picture with him because I LOVED the TV show Heroes and he played Ali Larter's husband on the show. WIN.

Really, Biggest Loser?

I saw these advertised on Groupon the other day - three pairs of Biggest Loser shapewear to help you look trim and slim. While they were a great deal, I noticed one suspicious thing - the largest size offered is an XL, which is, essentially, a size 18.
Um, 18?!?! Are they aware of what size the contestants on a Biggest Loser actually are? Come on.

Celebrity Wrap Up - Friday Edition

Hello and welcome to Friday's edition of Celebrity Wrap Up.
This should just be a posterboard for how NOT to wear your make-up. Gah.
Do you think she's a Scientologist? 
Oh, my goodness. Any pics of Orly with his adorable child will always be a WIN. 
Should anyone really match their dress to their pale complexion? Just wondering.
Did she have an accident with some scissors? What happened here?

I Love You, Benicio Del Toro

As we all know, yesterday was Benicio Del Toro Day and I made my way over to the premiere armed with my Benicio necklace (which I featured yesterday) and this gigantic sign.
It's good that I'm subtle, right? As we had hours and hours of waiting, I made sure to wave the flag in the sight of the publicists to make sure they saw it and would, hopefully, bring him close to me (in case he somehow missed the sign). Fortunately, he saw the sign as he was driving in and when he got out of the car he ran right over to me. I tried to show him the sign, my necklace, I tried to speak, but just like our last encounter, not much came out.
I like to call this picture, "I love you, Benicio. Did you know you're my #3? My heart beats for you. Do you remember when my hair caught on fire? That one time? At Band Camp?" Of course none of those things actually came out of my mouth. I don't even know if I was saying words.
This was another attempt at getting him to look. Um, he is quick! Every time he'd look up, I'd click the camera, then he'd look down. Every. Single. Time.
By the third try, my crazy was starting to show. Look at my face. I'm halway to Crazy Town, passenger of one.
And here we are, folks, Pinky has firmly arrived in Crazy Town about to Lose. Her. Damn. Mind.
If this miracle hadn't happened, my head might have actually exploded. Operation Benicio Del Toro = SUCCESS!!!