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March 21, 2007

Carla Fugino

We've been so busy trying to battle leggings and formal shorts with our verbal light-sabres (which, when I was little, I always thought were called "light savers," which made no sense to me since they emitted colored light; I guess I should have trusted George Lucas, but then again, look where that got us with the prequels) that it just didn't occur to me to stay vigilant about trouser length. I just assumed people had already learned the lesson.

Apparently, I had forgotten never to assume, because you know what they say: When you assume, you make an ass out of Uma Thurman. Or something.

Behold the lovely Carla Gugino:

Beautiful woman, cute shirt; it's a shame the pants make her look like she's treading the carpet on her bloody stumps, having lost her feet in a tragic ankle-strap accident. Either Carla needs to explore new and exhilarating heel heights, or she needs to find a good seamstress. Or figure out how to use a sewing machine. I don't know how to do it either. Come on over, Carla! We'll learn together. Over martinis.

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