May 17, 2013

Honey, where are my socks?

I knit these socks a long time ago. Don't judge me.

Gurl, I just finished an interview that completely blew my socks off. By this time next week, you, too, will have heard this interview and you, too, will be grasping at empty air, as your socks go careening into parts unknown. 

The interview covers a topic that’s so taboo it’s almost never, ever openly discussed in Hollywood. In fact, that it’s taken me a month just to find someone willing to be interviewed about it. 

Again, to hammer home how delicate this situation is: For the first time in my career, I’ve agreed to disguise the voice of someone interviewed for a podcast, to absolutely ensure that my source's clients—A-listers, their directors and their managers—do not get wind of the secrets he’s spilling.

So why am I teasing you like this? 

Because, as it turns out, operating one’s own witness protection program takes time and effort—a bit more than the usual tireless dedication I bring to my weekly shows. So, next week, my podcast will be released a day or two late, just to make sure that the voice disguise process is completed, and that my source is comfortable with the disclosures I’m making—in other words, that my spy network remains intact while out there in the field. 

The wait will be worth it. Trust. In the meantime, you might want to do a quick inventory of your sock drawer. Preventative measures and all that.


  1. Wow! We'll be all atwitter till then!

  2. Oooooooh!

    And now of course my knitter's side asks "cuff-down or toe-up" as far as those beautiful striped socks go.

  3. Looking much forward to it!