Zits are fun. Maybe not for the tortured teen who looks like someone flicked flaming marshmallows at her face at last weekend's quasi-sapphic 4-H meeting, and maybe not for you with your prescription acne meds that clash with your zoloft pumps. But for me, zits are fun.

Sure, they can be inconvenient: the little red bump at 7am becomes a bubonic whitehead by 3pm and you absently lance it with a toothpick in your hot coworker's car after lunch. That's frustrating. Unless your hot cowork... read more

Very, very cool. This thing read me like a book with woodcuts by Dore.

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What is more depressing than auditions where actors don't show up? It's a wonder I didn't crack open the whiskey sooner. As it was, I was just taking an extra-marvellous sip when an actor scheduled for 6pm showed up ... roughly 8:30pm. Mostly a dancer, but a better actor than he thinks he is. I know where I want to use him in the show.
Now I'm waiting for another actor to show up. My friend Chelsea. But we're just going to drink and laugh and watch movies. She'll officially ... read more

I need you to follow this link and, picture by picture, tell the real/true/hidden story. Or stories.

Yay!

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Announcer: We find ourselves in the spacious confines of stately old Hightower Manor. Ram Singh pours coffee for Edward and his mother, the Duchess of Wootzietail.

DUCHESS: Thank you, Ram Singh, that will be all.

RAM SING: Is Madame certain she is not preferring to marginalize my exotic otherness perhaps one iota further?

D: Oh Ram Singh, so silly and formal with your dark and frightening skin. Show us your buttocks.

RS: Ohhhh, this is truly degrading.

EDWARD: Mother ...

D... read more