So the jezebel comment thread (http://jezebel.com/386280/pap-psychology) is bustlin'.

Doree: have you already registered diddiesfromyourgyno.tumblr.com? could be the follow up to postcards

I can't possibly be the only person who dreams of celebrities. Anyway, I'm back in college taking a course on Spelling. Lecture is held in an outdoor amphitheater and I'm perched on the top of the grassy hill taking notes when I look over and see that Michael Cera is in my class too. I'm super excited but trying to play it cool so that no one else notices he's there. I make plans to casually approach him and invite him to join my two person study group when the bell rings and he disappears. I see in the distance that he's hopped in a car and driven off. I speed walk to a mud splattered Jeep and zip through the back country so I can catch up. I've got butterflies in my stomach the entire time.

Honorary? Richie's (birth) mom is white.

best back handed compliment goes to Susan Sarandon

Or maybe Regina King. And there's always Alfre Woodard.

For "Rock Op" I keep picturing Justin Theroux's evil DJ character from Zoolander.