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Summer tends to be the season of the teenager—on the streets, at the movies, in your memories. Back towards the end of our teenage years, Natasha Lyonne landed a series of roles in summer flicks (Slums of Beverly Hills, But I'm a Cheerleader and The American Pie movies) that marked her as a teen that seemed a little bit off the beaten path. Not long after that, she would begin making headlines for a personal life that took her even further off that path, so far that many wondered whether she would make it out of her twenties.

MUSIC: Come enjoy the Whitney after dark tonight as the museum's live showcase series invites Dan Deacon (pictured) to the stage. If you haven't seen Deacon before, get ready for some Casio keyboard electro-rock compositions and an art dance party.

Natasha Lyonne – remember her? – has resurfaced, and not at the morgue! In fact, the young hellion seems to be doing quite well for herself – at least that’s the portrait painted by this convivial Times profile, in which reporter Robert Simonson smokes Marlboro Lights with her on the roof of Theater Row, where she’s to appear in the new Mike Leigh play Two Thousand Years. Though off the horse, the actress isn’t all yoga and Celestial Seasonings – she’s quick to point out that she usually smokes Marlboro 72’s, because they’re “like something Robert Mitchum would smoke.”

In Blessed Memory of Sean Bell, by Casa de Darnoc.

- And playwright Wendy Wasserstein died over the weekend

Poor Natasha Lyonne. After she and her lawyer failed to appear in court for the fourth time yesterday a Manhattan Criminal Court Judge signed an arrest warrant for the former indie-actress. Just sad.

Wow. If Natasha Lyonne were to write a book, it would have to include how to become a B-list starlet (maybe B+-list in the indie world) and a regular in the gossip pages (easy when you date Eddie Furlong and get into fights with others), rent an apartment from Michael Rapaport, trash it, get thrown in jail, and have your landlord write an article about you in Jane magazine. The Daily News has details on Rapaport's article: Rapaport owns a building on East 18th Street and let Lyonne rent an apartment in it. All was okay, until 2003 when other tenants complained about Lyonne's habits:

"People were going in and out of the apartment, [one of the tenants] was telling me about the late-night parties, and 'random dudes sprawled out on her sofa at all times. [Another tenant] had a little dinner party. Natasha was screaming up at them throughout the party."

Plus, when he inspected her own apartment last December (after she was jailing for trashing a neighbor's apartment and threatening to molest the neighbor's dog), "It looked like a grenade had gone off," with smashed glasses in the kitchen and "standing water in the clogged tub with flies hovering over it." Who knew Jane magazine could be a chronicle of apartment woes? And we can't imagine having Michael Rapaport as our landlord: Gothamist would just think about his character in beautiful girls and wonder if he'd plow snow in front of the apartment when he's mad.

Madonna is going on be on Will & Grace, and Hilton and I discussed how Will & Grace pretty much sucks, except for Megan Mullally, aka Karen, and Sean Hayes, aka Jack. Gay joke, straight joke, sex joke, Grace-ugly-clothes joke, lather, rinse, repeat. And we hate it when they get too emotional - keep the comedy, folks, light, fizzy, silly, bawdy - no marriage or baby crap. Okay, sometimes Jack's kid is funny, but not as funny as Karen and Jack together.