Put your hands together and welcome our newest member of the Mafia -- Baby BoCo! (Although his proud parents, Bobo & Soco, like to call him Jackson.) He finally got the eviction notice his parents sent him on Wednesday night, around 10:03pm, and as you can see in this picture -- he's enjoying his new location mightily. The little tyke is (so far) the strong and silent type -- and he even scored a 9.9 out of 10 on his "Baby Aptitude Test Thingy" (which, might give us pause to wonder who the real father is... Bob NEVER got a 9.9 in his life).
Anyways, join me in giving a big ol' congrats and "HOWDY" to little BoCo. DooKeeDoooKeeDooKeeDoooo!
Now, to go from the hinterlands of Jersey to the deserts of Jordan, I got an update from the World-Travelling Haps this week. I asked him to write a post for the site, but he said: "you know i can't write updates .....i'm retarted"
He did, however, let me know about some of the cool things he's up to (besides shooting a movie): "so far i've camped out in the wabi rum desert, saw petra, rode a camel, thurs. going to dead sea." I asked him if he found the Holy Grail at Petra, but he said no.
I think you'll agree with me that the image of Haps on a camel + the new Baby BoCo = big smiles on everyone's faces.
Well, we missed the chance to post about Ire's big Three-Oh on Sunday due to a massive DISK FAILURE (!!!) on poor Adam's computron... Thus, I'm doing it now.
Way to be old, dude. Now you're one of us. One of us. One of us.
I mean, it's really cold outside. So I'm going to stay in and work on organizing the six-hundred (true!) photos I took this past weekend. It just happened to me my birth-weekend, and so we had a little shindig at our place. HydroBro came down, people came out, food and drink was had. Not a bad time if I do say so myself... Not a bad time at all. Feel free to peek at some pics of the weekend if you are so inclined.
We started production on our pilot for NBC at work this week. Should be a good one, even though this snow on the ground is throwing us for a loop... This week is also the "Field Studies" week here in NYC. I was supposed to help shape the young minds at a panel yesterday, but there was a "scheduling snafu" (i.e., I wasn't told about the schedule) -- so, sadly I won't get to inspire (fear in) the kids this time around. I still hold out hope on catching our fearless leader, Sir Jack, this Friday. Time will tell.
Lastly, I'd like to send a big ol' amount of love to Haps today -- he's gettin' a little surgery in the hospital to stop that phenomenon the Ritz used to call "a baby seal getting run over by a 16-wheeler" (aka: Happy's sleep apnea/snoring/choking to death). It's a good thing. He even has to stay in bed for a few weeks afterwards. So, if any of you available ladies are looking to be a nursemaid, head up to Washington Heights. Bring your own sponges.
