Police got the heads-up early Thursday: An anonymous caller warned that Jeb Ray Corliss IV was going to parachute off the world-famous Empire State Building.Sure enough, at 4:40 p.m., Corliss, 30, a renowned daredevil from Malibu, Calif., made a beeline toward the 86th-floor observation deck. But a building security officer put the grab on him and thwarted his attempt at a rush-hour spectacle.

Authorities were decidedly unamused, noting that innocent pedestrians could have been killed.

“I don’t know about parachuting,” said Timothy Donohue, a security official for the Empire State Building. “But it’s New York City. It’s rush hour. It’s not the time to be jumping off buildings.”

Corliss, once secured, faced charges of assault, reckless endangerment and criminal trespassing.

Awesome - and he almost got away with it. I’ve heard all kinds of comments from people regarding this… the guys over at Z100 (the radio station I listen to every morning) were commenting on how Jeb Corliss must be a nut for doing shit like this. You know what I think? I think Jeb has to be severely pissed off… you can see in the picture above, the guy was hanging on the railings ON THE OTHER SIDE! He was moments away from jumping.

I feel he’ll be back - just as soon as he’s released from Riker’s Island.

My brother sent me this photo of baby Alex this morning - I have no idea what he’s doing, but I’d like to think he’s singing, and singing to his dad.

Watch out Simon Cowell, this kid could take the 2007 title.

[so bloody cute]

No rhyme or reason to it, but I leapt out of bed at 5:10am this morning. Dropping into the local deli to grab a coffee and a grapefruit juice, I followed with a refreshing shower, and I was ready to go by 6:45am. Instead of listening to my free versions of the Ricky Gervais Show (why I won’t pay for his Podcast), I opted for some 80’s tracks. Flicking through my playlist, my nano flashed “Crush on You, The Jets”… well I haven’t heard this one in ages, so click…

I love this freaking song - I almost started dancing on the train, seriously. You’ll more than likely find me at the front of the train, leaning against the driver’s door - as it was early, the train was half empty - weird, it was probably the first time I actually almost started dancing and didn’t give a shit who was watching.

God I love New York today.