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Occasionally,  Heather or I look up from our sandwiches and wonder aloud, “I wonder where Bai Ling is.” We assume she’s off  dueling aliens or jumping on her bed with pants on her head or getting a bikini wax or drinking the blood of virgins so as to prevent herself from aging or whatever. But wherever she is, if she’s not on the red carpet, after a while, we start to miss her and her wacky antics. Thank goodness she’s back, and — judging from her outfit — actually working at the theatre as an usher!

Hey, a girl has to pay the rent somehow.