Life is pretty crammed with home obligations, work, New School studies and dream manifesting, but I didn't want to let another day pass without sharing some startling news: I see Elmo. Monday through Friday. Oh yes. No matter how bad my day has been, I can always count on seeing my furry friend cheerily bopping around the Viacom building, posing for photographs. These sightings started about a month ago and it's worth noting that a) I work in Times Square, where you can also run into a naked cowboy, hellza trannies, a giant inflated colon balloon, etc. and b) Seeing Elmo everyday would have probably been one of my all time favorite "life is awesome" moments when I was five. I've tried to take a photo every day that I've had an Elmo sighting, but sometimes I can't transmit my photos from my Blackerry Storm to Flickr (boo), so I only have this other one to share: Tourists are usually swarming around him and it's hilarious to watch disgruntled locals plowing through the crowd, acting as if it's so normal to shove a giant elmo. My most recent exciting Elmo factoid is that his real name is Abdul. I know this because I finally approached him and introduced myself (who's shy around Elmo? weird). ...The problem with introducing yourself to Elmo (who's real name is Abdul and playfully/lecherously grabs you) in the middle of Times Square is that you run the risk of obliterating that remaining thread of belief in a world where puppets (and muppets) exist independently from their puppeteers. Like, you could be walking through the park and casually run into Big Bird. Or maybe you could go to a rock show and instead of there being a regular human drummer, Animal would be the drummer and he would go crazy and scream WOMAN! WOMAN! WOMAN! Thankfully, I still believe that could happen. >>If I take more Elmo photos, I will update this post with 'em<<