Drawing the perfect circle was the only thing that sounded exceptional to me. Two year olds don't generally have the fine motor skills for that.

I'm probably bringing my own prejudices as an artist to that. I was drawing at two, and a very round circle sounds hard but not undo-able to me for that age. (Would that whole body coordination had developed along with the finger dexterity—I'm still clumsy on my feet!)

I can't stop vanity googling.

I think I need help.

I found myself in a Summer Reading poll, being whupped by Don Rickles.

Aw, Allyson. You could whip Rickles with one hand behind your back. He's little AND old.

And your snark-fu is way stronger! You could totally pwn Rickles.

A Batman comic. Sorta.

Groucho Marx on LSD

No really - he took it to prepare for a movie role.

... Groucho was holding on to his cigar for a long time, but he never smoked it, he only sniffed it occasionally. 'Everybody has their own Laurel and Hardy,' he mused. 'A miniature Laurel and Hardy, one on each shoulder. Your little Oliver Hardy bawls you out - he says, 'Well this is a fine mess you've gotten us into.' And your little Stan Laurel gets all weepy - 'Oh, Ollie. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry, I did the best I could ...'

ita alert - I almost ran into Dave Chapelle just now. Literally. M & I were walking out of the Washbag, and his kids were being cute and gambolling on the sidewalk, so I was watching them and almost ran smack into Mr. Chapelle's chest. He was very cool about the inadvertent almost-tacklage, but I was so flustered I forgot to ask him if he knew you.

But, hey. Dave Chapelle. Pretty cool (and tall) dude.

If you've ever wanted to see a guy lick his own eyeballs, here you go.

If you've ever wanted to see a guy lick his own eyeballs

No. But thanks anyway.

Oh! Dave!

I got nothing intelligible to say on the subject.

If it helps, tommy, he is by no means an attractive fellow, and even his fascinating talent does not spur in me an urge to bed him.

Oh, that doesn't help? Okay.