This is not fair. We deserved so much more of him. Rest in peace, Billy. You’re immortal now.
On a technicality, daytime dramas aren’t affected by the SAG/AFTRA strike, as they fall under a different kind of contract. So I’m counting my blessings to be able to work at a time when so many of our fellow actors are out here every day, sacrificing all comfort (both financial and physical) and taking an absolute beating from the July sun to ensure a better, fairer future for the performers—and writers—who make the films and shows we love possible. It was a joy to tag along today. Shoutout to @alisonhaislip for showing me how to picket like a pro. #sagaftrastrong
I need to be better about taking pictures at these things, but here’s Elle and me (with a special guest appearance by your favorite tv billionaire) at that fancy shindig last night. @daytimeemmys 🥂
I need to be better about taking pictures at these things, but here’s Elle and me (with a special guest appearance by your favorite tv billionaire) at that fancy shindig last night. @daytimeemmys 🥂
I need to be better about taking pictures at these things, but here’s Elle and me (with a special guest appearance by your favorite tv billionaire) at that fancy shindig last night. @daytimeemmys 🥂
I need to be better about taking pictures at these things, but here’s Elle and me (with a special guest appearance by your favorite tv billionaire) at that fancy shindig last night. @daytimeemmys 🥂
I need to be better about taking pictures at these things, but here’s Elle and me (with a special guest appearance by your favorite tv billionaire) at that fancy shindig last night. @daytimeemmys 🥂
I need to be better about taking pictures at these things, but here’s Elle and me (with a special guest appearance by your favorite tv billionaire) at that fancy shindig last night. @daytimeemmys 🥂
I need to be better about taking pictures at these things, but here’s Elle and me (with a special guest appearance by your favorite tv billionaire) at that fancy shindig last night. @daytimeemmys 🥂
I need to be better about taking pictures at these things, but here’s Elle and me (with a special guest appearance by your favorite tv billionaire) at that fancy shindig last night. @daytimeemmys 🥂
Sugar envy.
I got a new toy. (Child in backseat not included.)
He’s not growing up. I’m just getting shorter, I swear.
Flashback to my 2023 Father of the Year moment.
First time playing cajón in a decade (and as you’ll see I’m *very* rusty). Ford and I strolled into a Guitar Center the other day and were having some fun in the percussion section when he discovered one of these, eyes wide with wonder. It reminded me still have one in the attic somewhere, and he begged me to find it once we got home. Ford’s been playing it every night after dinner, with his favorite Roblox songs in the background. (If you’re a parent, you know.) And yes, I can’t play it without making this stupid face.
Definition of a life well-lived, isn’t he? (My phone autocorrected “lived” to “loved” and for once it’s just as apt.) What a privilege it was, not only to work with him, not only to marvel at his wit and vitality even at 90 years old, but to have a once-in-a-lifetime private conversation with the man about his passion for animal ethics. His views were infinitely more nuanced and thoughtful than the catchphrase about spaying and neutering he made famous; he loved—truly loved—all animals, and the way he navigated the moral labyrinth of our relationship with them was just beautiful. He informed my own views—about breeding, euthanasia, healthcare, and how we ought to view our ownership of another sentient being. I wish every one of you could have met him, if only for a handshake. We’ll mourn him, but the best pieces of this exquisite man will stay forever with us. Rest in Peace, Mr. Barker.
Asked Ford what he wanted for dinner and he said, “Steak!”—something I’ve never made him before and, frankly, had no idea how not to screw up. Told him to keep his expectations nice and low, but… not bad, right??
Asked Ford what he wanted for dinner and he said, “Steak!”—something I’ve never made him before and, frankly, had no idea how not to screw up. Told him to keep his expectations nice and low, but… not bad, right??
I just learned it was National Sons Day today (all day!) and it occurred to me: I have one of those, and he happens to be the best thing in my life. Ford, even though you’re 100% objectively wrong about which Super Mario game is the greatest of all time, I love you to pieces.
Tom loves luring Elle and me into a false sense of security over the weekend, so he can destroy us at the gym on Monday. You can clearly see the sadistic wheels turning here.
Never learned how to use a pick or strum correctly, so this glitchy, semi-arthritic weirdness became a habit…
