Crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.
I just got off the phone with one of my former colleagues in advertising. We were an art director/copywriter team 20 years ago, and the most fun I ever had in that business was working with her.
She has inoperable brain cancer and is dying.
I worked with her for the last five years of her career before she retired and moved back to her home town of Chicago. We're going out to see her over Memorial Day weekend.
One of her memorable copy lines (written years before I knew her): "How does America spell cheese? K.R.A.F.T."
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)