Look at that face. Who else could that be at a screening of Tarantino's DJANGO UNCHAINED in NYC last night? I could be looking at Olivia Wilde from 2 blocks away and still totally know who she was. That face, those eyes - nothing else like her walking around. Digging the plunging neckline and subtle little side bewb there, Liv. Very subtle but provocative nonetheless. So has she broken up with SNL boy yet? No? Shit. That guy doesn't deserve her. There's only one man who's good enough for Olivia and he's living inside my brain, in that beautiful fantasy world where she and I live together in perfect bliss and harmony. That also happens to be the part of my brain that was damaged when I accidentally wandered into the middle of that Shot Put semi final, but that's probably just a coincidence.