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Perhaps it is because I am in the midst of a sickness-induced delirium…or maybe even because my maternal grandfather was born in Manila and I am a quarter fucking Flip…but, for some reason, even in all of it’s hideousness, I … Continue reading →

The only good part about this bastard cold from which I am currently suffering, is that when I speak…I sound exactly like Bea Arthur. God’ll getcha for that, Walter.

From rotten.com: Dateline Germany, January 2005. Police in the sleepy hamlet of Bayreuth are in a bit of a pickle. Someone — or something — is jamming miniature toothpick flag portraits of U.S. President George W Bush into piles of … Continue reading →

on set and in character in Nashville with a double chin, a RAGING bouffant, and Eddie of the fucking Cruisers:

1. How tall are you barefoot? You know, I used to lie like a dirty lying bastard about my height – but I no longer care that I am nothing more than a stunted hobbit. Also, the babies are now … Continue reading →

Last night, Gregory and I excitedly settled down for a long winter’s viewing of the much-anticipated return of Tony Soprano and the boys. As expected, it fucking rocked — no surprises with the quality of the writing or acting; it … Continue reading →

Page Reveals Childhood Trauma Iconic American beauty Bettie Page has spoken out about the abuse and neglect she suffered as a child in a new newspaper interview. The 82-year-old former pin-up and early porn star, dubbed the Queen of Curves, … Continue reading →

“Having children flips the game from being about you to being about what you can create in a home and what your responsibilities are. I’ve thought about quitting, but I love what I do so much – it’s the big … Continue reading →

Booker winner’s robot brainwave may spell the end of the book tour Novelist’s invention means that authors on one continent can autograph volumes on another By Anthony Barnes 19 February 2006 The bizarre, futuristic device would not be out of … Continue reading →

Although it’s not something I am necessarily proud of, for the most part I — along with the entire pack of treacherous, delightful Jackals of which I am a proud founding member — am completely hideous and jaded when it … Continue reading →