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    <title>Dude, that rules!</title>
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    <content type="html">Rules? What are these things of which the humans speak? Sorry, don't believe in them. Anyways, I gave at the office. Oh, I'll begrudgingly give props to a few, such as the one about not coveting your neighbor's ox. Because, seriously, that sucks. I don't care how fabulous Fred from next door's ox is, you shouldn't be eyeing it. I'm a little more lenient about coveting someone's ass, however. I covet Angelina Jolie's all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes. Play by your own rules is what I say. I say it all the time, in fact. Like yesterday, when I was sitting in a restaurant, a woman and her friend were having lunch at the table next to me, while the woman's toddler sat in a highchair. Well, he was not really sitting so much as standing, reaching across the table grabbing forks, knives, and napkins and throwing them to the ground--and having a fine time of it, I might add. After disposing of the salt shaker, I noticed the babe tentatively eye his mother's leftover plate of pasta, not sure if he should go for it or not. "Play by your own rules!" I said, and there was much entertainment. Crying toddlers covered head to toe in spaghetti and marinara sauce is soooo funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some rules are good, and you can choose to follow them or not, but the ones you make are the best, just so long as they don't encroach on others' rules too much. For me, my rules run along the line as an actor &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; taken seriously as a singer. Corn rows look good on me. People need to start calling me Herr Juliette, despite my gender. Also, I can bitch about list shows all I want, but it's cool when I'm on them and, especially, when I host them. Ahem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules are also good when it comes to games. Which reminds me, when do we stop playing children's games and why do we stop? Luckily, some people of my generation decided that it was stupid for us to give up playing dodgeball and formed adult leagues. Dodgeball inherintly contained some of the most valuable life lessons I have ever learned: support your friends, and they'll support you; if you're going to take a shot at something, put all of your weight behind it; and finally, you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be hurt at least once...sometimes a lot...more if you wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we're bringing back dodgeball, let's bring back Duck, Duck, Goose while we're at it, or Red Rover, or Musical Chairs. If anything, they make those of us who weren't good enough to be on the volleyball team good at something.</content>
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