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In this edition: Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson, Ed Burns, Matt Damon, Ashley Olsen and Scott Sartiano, Jude Law and Sienna Miller, Ben Stiller, Mya, Regis Philbin and Kelly Ripa, Molly Shannon, Rebecca Gayheart, Claire Danes and Billy Crudup, David Wain, Tracey Ullman, Peter Dinklage, John Lithgow, Jessica Capshaw, Owen LaFave, Jason Biggs, Anna Paquin, Cynthia Nixon, Anderson Cooper, Hank Azaria, Marc Summers, Al Goldstein, Joey Slotnick, Sandra Bernhardt, Maggie Rizer, Famke Janssen, Rod Stewart (or his evil twin), Al Roker, and Carson Kressley.

went to my first knicks game last night, 2/24, which the knicks won by a minor miracle to triumph over the philadelphia somethings, including tiny thugg alan iverson. he is mini! anyway, during the first quarter when the BF, roommate, and her BF went to fetch foot-long hot dogs i was thinking, "there aren't enough celebrities here" and scanning the courtside seats when who should i spy but a distinctly jessica-simpson-seeming blonde wearing jeans, a pair of fur-lined ugg-type boots, and a grey sweater. i stared at her for about 10 minutes trying to decide if was correct, when who should plop down next to her but her erstwhile newlywed partner, nick, with a very strange backwards hat that looked like an arafat-esque head wrap going on. although i was sometimes distracted by the enormous men running up and down the court and body-slamming each other, i can report that although they did not seem particularly affectionate, they were chatting for most of the game and gesturing much. also when Jessica returned to her seat from halftime, i was surprised to see that at least from across a court, her body looks like that of a normal woman (unlike the knicks dancers). perhaps it's the off season.

Saw Ed Burns at last night s production of Fat Pig. I couldn t decide if I was more excited about that sighting or getting to meet Andrew McCarthy (and by meet I mean wait outside in the snow until he left the theater and then awkwardly ask him to autograph my playbill).

Saw Matt Damon working out at the Crunch gym on Lafayette yesterday (2/24) at around 4 pm. He was boxing with a trainer. He was wearing a blue knit cap, white t-shirt, and navy blue sweats. Looked like a regular guy and I didn't even notice him until someone pointed him out to me. He's in really good shape, fantastic arms. What a fine specimen of man! Word on the street is Ben Stiller who is doing a play with Marisa Tomei nearby will be working out at that particular Crunch as well...so Crunchers keep an eye out!

Saw Ashley Olsen and Scott Sartiano getting out of monstrous black SUV in front of Balthazar on Sunday around 2 pm (probably going in for a late brunch). Not gonna front— she's surprisingly cute in person, for a giant walking Keane painting.

A friend and I were walking down Spring Street on Presidents Day and spotted Jude Law and Sienna Miller through the window of a small shoe store. We promptly went in, tried on shoes, and the only available seat was on the same bench as the couple! Jude Law is extremely hot with his hair a couple inches longer than the closely-cropped 'do he sported in Alfie, however, he has gi-normous feet. Maybe they looked that way because he was trying on black pointy leather shoes.

Was eating crepes at Le Gamin on 9th Avenue on Monday (2/21) and saw Ben Stiller dining there as well. I wouldn't have recognized him except the woman seated near me pointed him out to me and my friend. When he got up I noticed that his hair was all salt and peppery- no wonder I didn't recognize him. No sign of his trophy wife or his fabulous parents.

yesterday a pal and i were strolling through the LES and suddenly we were in the middle of a video shoot starring pop-tart du jour mya. wow. video shoots are seriously boring. he most entertaining part was when we were actually in one of the boutiques and these ridiculous make-up artists wearing brushes on their fannies came in and in stage whispered, aren't-we-important-voices, said things like "i mean, i NEVER come down to this area. i can't BELIEVE there is life down here." yes, because...anything lower than 59th street is the undiscovered, plebian world and anything higher is...uberhip? umm, i don't think so.

So, as I am entering the lobby of the building where the gallery I work for has additional storage (26th between 11th and the street that's west of it...west side highway?), I hear something akin to a wild turkey squawking, "Gellman! Happy! Happy! Gellmen!" etc.... Of course you can guess that it was Regis Philbin looking like a waxwork from Madame Tussaud's. But then the ever-bubbly Kelly Ripa followed him, and I was stunned by how beautiful and skinny she was. Seriously, much prettier in person.

I was walking through Chelsea Market with my sister and boyfriend on President's Day when my boyfriend noticed a very pregnant Molly Shannon wearing peachy-pink cords and a giant purple sweater. She was tending to a gaggle, which I assume was her family, and looking rather disheveled- though very active considering how far along she is.

Well this morning on the "C" train downtown at 9:45 I sat next to Rebecca Gayheart. I said hello- because she moved into my building so I have seen her a few times already. SHe introduced helself, as did I- she shook my hand and was so completely sweet. Looking at her face you realize she is almost painfully beautiful!!!! I have never seen or spoke to a more stunning person both inside and out in my life! Wow.

Saw homewrecking couple Claire Danes and Billy Crudup taking in a preview of Monty Python's Spamalot (Brilliant!). They were out with the awesomely funny Stella comic David Wain (Hot Wet American Summer). Also saw Tracey Ullman, downing a drink at the bar before the show, to the annoyance of her daughter.

Saw my favorite Shakespearean actor EVER, Peter Dinklage, sitting in one of the membership offices at the Greenwich Equinox. He looked scruffy, and seemed to be sprouting some sort of facial hair. I wanted to stare, because I love him, but I'm paranoid after the grocery store scene in The Station Agent. Can he please, please, please join? Thanks.

Tuesday (2/22), about 11:45 am, while standing in the coat-check line in the MoMA after attending the "Groundswell" preview, turned out to be standing behind John Lithgow, whose face was craggier than expected but was otherwise perfectly nice to the coat-check guy who couldn't find his coat. He kept pointing it out with a slight touch of impatience until the dude finally found it. "That's OK, you've done very well," he said, and walked off with someone who seemed like a young-ish female relative. Woman behind me in line not impressed: "last week Laura Bush was here," she said, "and Paul McCartney the week before. With his friend Tony. Tony Bennett."

A somewhat mediocre sighting, but I was waiting in line at Corner Bistro on Sunday night (2/20) when my friend says, Isn t that Jessica Capshaw? It took me a couple seconds to verify her identity, since she looked like any other twenty-something drinking an Amstel Light (blech! Guess all that money can't buy you taste in beer), but indeed it was. Looked like she was having a good time with some girlfriends.

As a big fan of Documentary film, I was sitting minding my own business when I overheard a conversation between Owen LaFave, the soon to be ex-husband of the teacher Debbie LaFave, and Producer/Director Chris Barrett sitting together at the Upright Citizen's Brigade theater discussing their documentary "After School" before Mother: The Soundtrack on Saturday the 26th. LaFave seemed to be in surprisingly good spirits for someone whose wife had sex with a 14 year old.

I know this was a couple weeks ago but definitely worthy of telling. A couple weeks ago I saw Jason Biggs at Marquee getting devoured by some un-attractive brunette girl. She literally had both her legs straddling him. I actually approached him for a picture because I am from Chicago and not used to seeing ANYONE. But he told me that if he gave me a picture then he would have to give everyone a picture. Let me add no one else even cared if he was there. Plus-is he even "star" enough to say that line?

I saw Christopher Shinn's new play On the Mountain at Playwrights Horizons on Sunday night, and Peter Dinklage and his non-short girlfriend were sitting right in front of me. Cynthia Nixon was there without her girlfriend, looking radiant and much blonder than Miranda. Anna Paquin was also there, goth eyes and all, and ran up to Alison Pill (a lead in the play) afterwards and gave her a very long and intense embrace. It was justified since her performance was awesome. Pretty good play, actually.

Hank Azaria jogging through Central Park in the middle of the afternoon on Tuesday, dodging countless French and German tourists gawking at the construction zone qua art exhibit.

Saw Anderson Cooper in my building today at 57/7th ave, he was entering an elevator as I was leaving. Very bright blue eyes, and nodded at me in that "yes, I'm a celebrity and you know me" way, not as obnoxious as some.

I saw Marc Summers aka the guy from Double Dare at Otto last night having dinner. He showed up and I thought he was going to dine alone...but then his guest arrived. Everything seemed normal until they had a "toss up" physical challenge to see who paid the check.

Former smut king Al Goldstein walking out of Small Claims Court at 111 Centre St. today, looking very confused and disheveled.

Today, while waiting nearly an hour for bags at JFK, saw Joey Slotnick, best known as Jonathan Silverman's "Single Guy" sidekick. He was also on "Alias" as the annoying nebbish he usually plays. He had on orange and green patent leather sneakers and was hustling around looking for his luggage. I was relieved that hack actors have to wait for bags too. JFK is the worst.

Saw Sandra Bernhardt at Pastis yesterday (2/24) at around 11:30am. She was walking back and forth near the door while on her cell phone. Lips and hair as big as can be and she was wearing juicy type sweats with some obnoxious word written on her behind. Was too hungover to see the word in focus.

i saw maggie rizer in the lobby where img has their offices (2/24). she had a big happy labrador with the same fur color as her hair. And while i hate to beat a dead horse, she is not as tall as expected. Of course, i'm 6' tall so everyone seems shorter to me.

Saw Famke Janssen on Varick Street today, this is the THIRD time I have seen this woman and I don't even LIVE in the city!! I come down to visit my Dad who works there and I have seen her every time I come down. She must need to walk that little doggie of hers A LOT because its a bit ridiculous, I can only imagine if I did live in the city how many times I would run into her and the dog. First I saw the dog, who, by the way, was wearing a red hooded sweatshirt that had four leg warmers or whatever, and I'm like, wow, that looks like that dog I have seen a billion times already with Famke Jannsen, but it can't be her, there's no way I see her again. But it was, and she looked pretty, had on a white knit cap and is very tall, was walking with some shorter guy, he didn't have a dog. For the record, SHE is definitely stalking ME. Note to Famke: I will be back in the city next Monday, I will see you then.

I saw Rod Stewart [Ed: Or his doppelganger. You just never know.] taking in The Gates and smoking a cigarette. Ummm...didn't he have like throat cancer or something?

On Tuesday night, while fleeing my office with a speed only matched by a rockets escape velocity, I quite literally ran into the Rokster. He was wearing signature hat and munching on what appeared to be cashews-or perhaps Marcona almonds, while crossing Madison towards the Sony building. His skin looked plastic- like he was wearing an Al Roker mask. That would be the shittle.

Saw Carson Kressley from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy last night (2/23) at the Broadway show Dame Edna. Sat right by him—was very nice to everyone signed autographs and took pics with people after the show was over.