*In the last sentence of the second 'graph, the sentence should read "impossible NOT to notice," not "impossible notice to notice."

I have had the distinct pleasure of calling Ms. Shaughnessy a friend back in the 90s. (If you've ever been in the acting profession in Los Angeles, you know how they can come and go, despite the best intentions of all concerned.)

Dear guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurl,

Um, my behavior wasn't the least bit rude. I was a total professional, not a robot. You want to cede being a human being to celebrities, let fly. It wasn't about remembering me, Richard—it was about that he had been there numerous times, ordering the same exact dessert.

As institutions of learning, what lesson has the school in question imparted to its charges?

As the author of The Daily Dick, perhaps we should get together and discuss future joint endeavors.

Mr. Biden becomes more animated as his hair plugs become thicker.

Back in the late 90s, when the words "Vin" and "Diesel" weren't yet joined, I worked at a Los Angeles eatery that was famous for feeding what would become known as the Hollywood's Old Guard. (Think Marlon Brando, Jack Nicholson, Warren Beatty, et. al.)

Would someone please administer an enema to Mr. Boehner? Christ, the man is constipation incarnate.

What the example posed by Mr. Sherman really underscores is the power of the medium that is TV. In one instance, the man explodes off the screen so violently that his interviewer is left cowering.

One of the benefits of gaining status equal to people and groups that have been viewed as being in dominant positions whether by dint of race or wealth or power to subordinate groups is that the act of being on the same plane subjects the ascended group to the same strictures and rules as those they have joined.

Dear MDWilliams,

Don't ask me why but somehow I just see him sitting in front of his TV on Monday, reviewing clips of his sideline antics with a bowl of hot buttered popcorn and a diet Dr. Pepper because as big of an asshat as he is, you know that is his beverage of choice.

First of all, these are the Screen Actors Guild Awards, not the Academy Awards. They are voted on by the members of SAG/AFTRA. In fact, I was on the voting committee this year, so this result was of particular interest to me.

The man is obviously laying the groundwork for his transition into professional wrestling with this display.

Ditka hated him because he lacked heart, spirit or ability. Beyond that, he was all-pro.

Perhaps the best explanation for Mr. McConaughey's victory is in the value of contrast. Think of how many roles this man has swung and missed on, some through his own fault, some due to material that Lazarus couldn't raise. Now when you consider those roles as juxtaposed on his effort on DBC, you get a sense of scope…

The man is living proof that the minute a person knows they are being watched they are transformed by that fact.

Have seen him jogging here on the beach in Malibu, and as a student of the art of hair retrieval/relocation/redistribution, I would say he uses mega-doses of Propecia. My understanding is that is actually revitalizes once-dead follicles, thus his tonsorial renaissance.

The acting profession is one of the few in which the threshold question isn't how work is going, but are you working at all.