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Stolen from redstapler:

One little compliment can make you feel great. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. Once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind you how great you are.

Comments are going to be screened so none of you will know if I'm uber-popular, who gets over 100 comments on this, or who's a total loser and doesn't get any.

What ever happened to Sal Piro (that delicate, satin-draped frame)...?

I'm a bit amused at just how fanboy I felt this afternoon, at realizing that the guy ahead of me in line at Starbucks was Mad Man Mike, of NYC Rocky Horror fame. I went to see Rocky for the nth time last weekend; while the (less than half full) audience was mediocre, he's still doing a bang-up job as MC. (To my delight, he complimented me on my My Four Little Ponies of the Apocalypse T-shirt on his way out, thereby giving me an overture to thank him for his sterling RHPS work. I do, at times, miss the old Sal Piro/8th Street Playhouse days... but here's to you, Mike.)

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Giant foam dinosaur bone furniture- not available for sale, apparently, but WANT. (I'm envisioning a mouth-agape T-rex skull armchair, myself.)

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Here's a mental image: you're at your favorite karaoke bar, belting your way through "Livin' on a Prayer,"... and you realize that those three guys across the room are Hugh Jackman, Baz Luhrmann, and Robert Pattinson.