While Courteney Cox gears up to play tabloid queen Bonnie Fuller, Emily Yoffe is busy playing paparazzo for Slate.

While stalking celebs, she comes across Tim Daly, Brian Grazer, Butch Bradley, Patrick Bergin and bunch of other no-names who's biggest press in the past five years have been this article.

"Hi—you were on—" I sputtered.

He took the bait. "The Wonder Years. I'm Jason Hervey."

I explained I was a paparazzo for Slate, and although he had no idea what Slate is, he agreed to let me take his picture.

And then, like magic, Russell Crowe appeared! His kids in tow, minus a telephone or any other trace of weapon, he (gasp) had lunch. It was her big break. Here is where we learn that people can make money tipping off the paparazzi who go by "photographers" and that the paps stalk celebs during the day. (Going by TMZ standards, we thought the feeding frenzy mostly took place at the 2 am club scene).

Seriously, though, it's a good thing George Clooney's in New York. Because he probably does know what Slate is and would likely spend 20 minutes pitching her a story idea about how Hollywood actors (even the ones who don't know what a blog is and refuse to bang Lindsay Lohan) can be involved in the shaping of media's future, too.

Russell Crowe in My Viewfinder [Emily Yoffe, Slate]