If the Weeping Angels ever take over the Darth Vader grotesque on the National Cathedral, I will be very unhappy.

Being a girl who lives in a city with a considerable amount of statuary, I'm rather grateful that it's not a lot of cherubs and such like New York City. ( Those baby angels freak me out. )

Instead of sleeping, I was watching this infomercial Rx for Brown Skin and couldn't help notice the narrator had a slight lisp. Couldn't tell if it were Melissa Harris-Perry (unlikely) or they wanted to get a "Melissa Harris-Perry" type.

( MacFarlane hosting SNL )

Is there anything scarier than a kid wearing a gas mask and plaintively cryin for his mum?

After 15 years of living in this city, I feel like I've celebrated NYE in every way imaginable. So I'm taking the night off and babysitting rugrats for family so that they can get out. This translates to a Dr. Who marathon. I started watching with Matt Smith, so I've decided to go back and pick up from Eccleston.