His name is Frank, and he is funky

You can get the details here and here, but yesterday's DI/DO was a very special blessing. It seemed to be for the fans, and had the feel of an invite-only aftershow, in an alternate universe where Bruni is Prince. Not only the revolutionary review-in-the-form-of-fictitious-email-exchange, but also a just straight-up bananas super size Frank road trip. At a time when there seems to be some momentum building against the whole fast food establishment, does Frank jump on that bandwagon? Not on your chilidog. Instead,  he rents a Taurus, and vows not to return to Manhattan until he has pillaged every Rax, Sonic, and Popeye's from sea to shining sea. This indifference to the whims of the public is the mark of a true genius. It is easy to imagine this imagine this Frank 2.0  swanning around the office in a floor-length white mink, absently tossing his empty cans of Tab into the bin clearly marked "mixed office paper."