The bottom line facts… 
Luke is part Irish. He has family in the Cork area of Ireland (shout out to Cathal!) that his father went and visited a few years ago. They’re still farming on the original homestead.
Luke’s birthday is St Patrick’s Day… I never really understood celebrating St Patrick’s Day before I married a part Irish person whose birthday is 17 March. Continue reading…
Last night started off with climbing trees and ended up with karaoke. And for the record I do NOT sing karaoke. I have no
issue standing in front a New York City crowd and spitting funnies… but you will never find me propped between a mic stand and a host named Eddie leading the room in a chorous of We are the champions. Continue reading…
Some of you might recall me complaining about Australian singers the Veronicas and Delta Goodrem back in December. The only thing I loathe more than advertising are supposable ‘celebrities’ trying to
sell me shit. And bloody Delta takes the cake. Continue reading…
HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY! Although the festivities have concluded on official Oz time, we’re just setting off in my current hemisphere of residence. Aussie Aussie Aussie!!! Continue reading…
Exactly four weeks until it’s back to Australia. Chatting to my good mate Botchy yesterday, who is likely to end up with a tag once I swap continents… Part of our 
conversation sounded like this:
‘Dude. I’m detoxing.’
‘As long as you aren’t detoxing when you get back…’ Continue reading…
If you’re in the entertainment industry, there’s serious dough to be made is in the US. I don’t really think this is rocket science, just ask Hugh Jackman, Nicole Kidman or Keith Urban (etc etc…) Continue reading…
I had an epiphany standing outside last night beneath a New England winter sky of diamond stars
watching puffs of chilled breath escape my excited lips chatting with new friends. I’m a tri-state person. Continue reading…
I planned on going to New York City today. Thing is, I’m knee deep in script and don’t really want to leave
the house until it’s finished. Continue reading…
I read an unfortunate article
yesterday where another idiot celebrity (Kristen Bell) visited Australia and said something like ‘Sydney airport was disappointing, I thought there would be kangaroos.’
The first kangaroo I saw when I moved to Australia in 2002 was roadkill we drove past on they way to Lyndhurst.
So my point is, if you happen to cross an Australian (which are few and are between considering there are only about 22 million of them on the planet), please don’t make an idiotic comment about 1. Kangaroos or 2. Steve Irwin… or Fosters. Fosters is the shittest Aussie beer there is.
For my Aussie mates that I know peep the blog (shout out to Karina, Botchy & Freya, Kerry, Graham, etc!!) … check out the deer eating my Mom’s garden.
None of my Australian people would expect to see a deer at JFK airport, I don’t understand why ‘famous’ Yanks continuously defame our nation by traveling down under and saying stupid shit about kangaroos.
The paddymelons in the photo above were hopping around Daydream Island, part of the Whitsunday islands in north Queensland. The most exciting place I’ve seen kangaroos in Australia is lounging on the golf course about 10 k’s out of Brisbane.
So if you travel to Australia, do yourself a favor and do NOT make a stupid kangaroo or Crocodile Hunter comment (ps. Bini Irwin is a mess). I suggest asking for a VB and to be pointed in the direction of the nearest beach…
I can’t believe is was snowing yesterday! I felt it coming the day before when I decided to go for a jog. This was a bad idea for a few reasons, like Gretchen + anything requiring coordination = serious risk.
I ran halfway around the block and it was so cold I seriously got brain freeze worse than the time my mate and I decided to skull vodka/sour apple slurpees.
A few hours after my weak running attempt I was whinging on the phone to my sister about how my knee hurt, who compassionately replied, ‘Did you fucken stretch?’ Continue reading…
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