There's lots to do for a lonely LaRue  Posted: Thursday,
December 02, 2004   You are about to enter another dimension, a
dimension not only of high-fat snacks and torch songs but of the
frazzled mind. A journey into a wondrous land of poor hygiene
and non-ringing phones.  Next stop, the Celibate Zone! Neener,
neeener neener neener.  We open on a scene of a hip chick, years
from her parents' home, used to doing things her own way. She's
got a job, a way of life and a rockin' social calendar. She
knows where to buy her coffee. She knows where her shoes go in
her house (middle of the floor). She knows just the butt-huggin'
skirt to wear to get what she wants.  Out of nowhere, she gets a
call. It's her mother. A charming Midwestern woman. The girl
feels no panic yet. They chat. Mom's doin' good. Makin' a
killin' selling thrift-store beaded brassieres to transvestites
on the eBay - lovin' the Dateline. Oh, and by the way, she has
to go the hospital for a procedure.   The girl suddenly falls
through the wormhole of