In a very high browed conversation with my gent he starts to giggle in the middle of it. I look at him and ask what? And he assures me it’s nothing. However, giggles ensue. So I DEMAND explanation. I am very good with the demand-ee. I work the eyebrows. I am a very special snowflake of an artist who has a crumbling ego… who giggles at me without explaining? Finally–after much well practiced evil eyeing him–he says: You said Do Do… followed by giggle. My response? You stupid ah stupid Gir fucker! There’s your intellectual artist poo for Tuesday night. Now… Face/Off!