Martha Martha Martha

I managed to get out of work at 5:20PM yesterday -- and that's a major feat these days for those of you unfamiliar with the fun factory that is my work life. I stopped by Midtown Comics to indulge myself with copies of Moon Knight and Ms. Marvel and the latest Nova installation in the Anhilliation series and then headed off down 42nd St. toward Grand Central. Home sweet home bound and before 7pm.

Just as I get in front of the Grace building, I think I spy my Aunt Maureen cutting in front of me. It's not Aunt Cool, though -- it's freaking Martha Stewart right there in front of me and we make brief eye contact and I give here the universal "What's up" head nod and she smiles back in that made for TV smile of hers and raises her eybrows a bit.



In that brief moment I thought,

Holy Crap that's Martha Stewart! Should I go over to her? Nah what the hell would that be about? What do you say to her? There's nothing in common there, really. Why hassle her? Maybe I could ask her about jail?
Or just tell her she kicks ass, yeah tell her that.
Or ask her for a bag of money -- she'd hardly miss it. Just a garbage bag filled with hundreds...
Fuck! You should have some script or some shit to pitch to her. She's right there! Arrgh!

Give her the what's up nod. Ok. Yeah. Ok, we're cool. This is retarded.

And that was my moment with Martha. Yay.

That gets me thinking about all the other celebrities I've passed in the streets of NYC in the past year or so...

• Martha Stewart
• Spike Lee
• Jackie Mason
• David Brenner
• Kris Angel
• Chris Mullen
• Jalen Rose
• Giselle
• Joe Torre (2x in NYC and once at an ATM in Larchmont)
• The Donald
• Christina Aguilera