When I last visited Oscar Wilde‘s gravesite at Pere Lachaise cemetery in ’08 or ’09, his tomb was covered with dozens (hundreds?) of lipstick kisses. They were perfect — a sloppy, organic, highly spirited demonstration of fan love. Except Wilde’s heirs and some stuffed-shirt Irish thought the kisses were disrespectful, and so they got together with the French and had the kisses washed off and then had a glass wall erected in front of Wilde’s tomb so no one could plant any more.

Wilde’s tomb in 2008 or 2009, or certainly before the scrubbing and the erection of the Wilde wall.

I’m on the best diet of my life these days — apples, tangelos, grapes, yogurt and a little protein from time to time (salmon, chicken, almonds). But I had one of these gingerbread things a few days ago and the program collapsed. Compromised, violated, polluted. I’m keeping it down to one or two a day but still.

Last night World War Z star-producer Brad Pitt dropped by LA Live to do the old “haaayeee!” to the fans, who had reason to expect his appearance. So far he’s attended screenings in Atlanta, Philadelphia, Chicago and Austin (where he did the old “yaw-haw!” with Harry Knowles).