i cant wait to see it! maybe it will make the 17 1/2 hour walk down the red carpet (seemed like that long anyway; perhaps it was 'cuz i was drunk and had to pee like a motherfucker), getting cut in line by Pamela Peaks (now THAT's an insult) and getting my Cynthia Rowley stilettos practically ruined when Rob Rotten stepped on my foot. The bonus of that though was that just from standing within one square foot of Mr. Rotten, i got a wicked good contact buzz from whatever it was that he was snorting/smoking/and/or shooting up. It made having to listen to fucking Jesse Jane snivel about for two hours much more tolerable. but i still had to pee like a motherfucker.