Everywhere we went in LA we saw this copy of Rolling Stone staring at us from a shelf somewhere. I didn’t buy it (although I was sorely tempted to) because I knew I’d be getting a copy of it sent to my iPad eventually. And it arrived this week.
And now, every time I look at the cover on my iPad, I wonder, “Why didn’t I see the George Clooney hand and footprints at Mann’s Chinese Theatre?” and get really annoyed by it. I saw Matt Damon’s. Where was George’s?