Kathy Griffin talks so much more smack live than on TV; it's amazing. Among the celebrities she dished on last night at the Warfield:

Star Jones - Upon being canned from "The View" she apparently told Barbara Walters, "I don't care who replaces me as long as it's not Kathy or Rosie."

Star's gay husband, Al - "He is so gay when he walks by you hear snapping."

Ryan Seacrest - "Tell that bitch he can suck it."

Clay Gaiken - "I don't know if he's gay. But I know he likes to sing Celine songs. And he likes cock."

Michael Richards - "If I were him I'd get my ass into rehab so fast. I don't care if there's no drug or alcohol problem. Make something up and get to rehab!"

She even took on Critical Mass and the crazy homeless people in SF. And she was on for a super long time - almost two hours nonstop. Kick-ass performer.

Ernie turned 30 and a veritable gaggle of adoring fans trekked to the Richmond to get him as drunk as it is possible for him to get and to keep him in front of the karaoke machine for as long as possible. The music stopped long enough for Ernie to blow out candles on two cakes (man, Ernie so old he need two damn cakes to hold all them candles - what!). Here's a video of that. Among the things to pay attention to: Something caught on fire on the cake MJ is holding. Also, who's busting out the harmony to the birfday song and showing off a strong vibrato? Oh yeah, that would be moi.

(As always, this is very dark. Deal with it.)

This is pretty freaking rad. I have no idea where the "Thomas" came from, but the East Bay Express has embraced my Silly Putty Jesus.

It's official: Babies singing about poop is HIGHLARIOUS.

Exhibit A. (The Mariah/Christina hand waving kills me.)

Exhibit B:

(Let's pretend it's 2000, shall we?)

After a long and seemingly unproductive day at work I went to a tech event thrown by the French Trade Office. The last one attracted 150 people, but 45 minutes into this one, when I walked in, about 10 people were milling about a large space near the new mall. It was bizarre and, frankly, a little smelly (cliche, I know, but really...).

After a short visit, I left with a new contact and Adriana for the St. Regis hotel, where we chatted over drinks and a cheese plate. Then, as I headed to BART to begin the increasingly annoying journey home, I realized that Stephen was working nearby, so I went to say hello. I didn't see him on the floor -- I figured he was in the back but I didn't want to be a 16-year-old and ask if he was there. I was about to leave but my mom called, which rarely happens on a weekday. I decided to stick around since I couldn't head to BART while talking. Just as I was telling mom where I was and that I hadn't seen Stephen he appeared! And, hey, he was just about to take his break.

So yay. Free coffee and conversation before heading to the East Bay.

But my good fortune didn't last. I missed the train by just a few minutes once again. How fucking annoying. WHY GOD, WHY?!

(We will now return to a series of totally impersonal entries consisting nearly entirely of embedded videos and photos.)

MJ reenacts her dad's difficulty mastering the double click. @ the Web 2.2 afterparty at Fluid.

POPOZAO!

GUBA cosponsored the first Vloggies, which went off with a few hitches but also a few fun surprises last night in SF. Among them: the attendance of uberfamous director/writing/producer Jerry Zucker. I whipped out my camera in time to capture his remarks: