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As Carol Channing, clad in a Bob Mackie sleeveless pantsuit, chinchilla (?) wrap, bright red lipstick, and a 77-karat diamond said last night: "Musical theater is a strictly American art form." The ladies who helped forge that - along with movies and television - were being feted by The Smithsonian, who were specifically honoring women who have woven their way into the American cultural fabric, welcoming their treasured memorabilia into the Smithsonian's permanent collection.

I love this movie! How can you resist Boris Karloff and Phyllis Diller? At a young age, Francesca became my ideal of beauty and I have spent my entire life trying to look exactly like her. This scene features Francesca (Gale Garnett) teaching me my first lessons in vamping.

A Word or 56: Thankfully I was doing my radio show last night and was spared the State of the Union, and therefore, a really bad hangover. It was (somewhat) reassuring to see some livid polarized response but half the time I feel like these guys are going through the motions. Two ways to disgust yourself tonight are: Crawlspace on IFC and Primetime: Medical Mysteries, enjoy. Tonight - Wednesday - January 24th, 2007 Crawlspace...

Paper, the very NY mag, has their sights set on LA this week, where they intend to create both colorful chaos and a February issue devoted entirely to our city. To accomplish this they've assembled a hodgepodge of quirky characters and are setting up shop--quite literally--in a storefront at Melrose and La Brea. For the next few days anyone and everyone is invited to take part in a sort of performance art meets (media) circus, have your photo snapped by Torkil Gudnason (we love that name; it just says "photographer" doesn't it?), and do things like take a drag aerobics class, sip tea with Phyllis Diller and Paper's Mr. Mickey, groove to DJs, scope out LA themed panel discussions, and, of course, swill vodka at any one of their almost nightly parties. Check out the full schedule, and list of participants, and LA.comfidential's write up. Then go on down to Paper's ACME headquarters and join in the insanity. Give those smug New Yorkers some of that left-coast lovin' they need. Prove for once and for all we're not a bunch of fame-hungry, substance-addicted, vegan, tree hugging, miniature dog carrying, SUV driving nut jobs. Oh, hell, who are we kidding? Just be yourselves. May as well give 'em what they want.