The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain covers a Nirvana song a bit scarily. The upside is, they clarify some misheard lyrics after all of these years.

And finally, we have an explanation for the visible tubes that protrude from the back of George W. Bush's suitcoats. Bring on The Bush Pilot.

~thanks for sending Tam and Tricia!

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Witness my very first professional makeup installation, courtesy of Chanel. Note the standard issue Hollywood bronzer a la Lohan, Theron and Stone. Literally, one of the two makeup artists who got me like this in an hour does makeup for Sharon Stone.

He said that I should never do stripes of blush because, "Nobody blushes like that." I said, "I think they think they're sculpting" to which he replied, "That's so amateur."

By popular demand, here's some backstory. When I went in to Nordstroms to buy Black Satin Chanel nail polish, the saleswoman twisted my rubber arm into a makeover by namedropping Sharon Stone's makeup artist.

That was more than enough to pencil in my appointment and brows. The expectation is that you buy some stuff as a thank you to the artists, and they get a commission. I bought eight products. Everyone's happy.

So once I was in the full-tilt gloss mode pictured above, I brought appetizers and a pasta pot to a lovely candlelit dinner party at Eitzel's. He lives a block away, so I didn't even get mussed in transit. In fact, I woke up in this makeup.

And now, when I apply my "Rose Petale" blush in the proper places, I get the wafting scent of rose petals and a reminder of being all pampered and fancy.