Regina Spektor. It's true, I do have a notorious weakness for singer/songwriter chicks with heavy professional music training and a mean piano. Spektor also has a one-of-kind, stick-in-your-skull voice, one part bubblegum and one part, well, maztoh balls, I guess. And when she gets tired of singing in English, she switches to Russian, or throws in ( Read more... )

jamiam: I usually don't cry through kids' movies.
haddayr: was it "up"?
jamiam: yes.
haddayr: The adults cried more than the kids in that one! Dave and Jan were just loudly and openly snuffling. I was far more manly.
jamiam: I was quietly and bravely trying to hide the fact that I was crying by wiping tears away from my face with the front of my shirt.
haddayr me, too!

I want a talking dog.

ETA: I'd be willing to settle for one that uses the subway to commute into the city everyday. (via Kameron & Tempest)

and yeah, my inner Aspergery 13-year-old self is still annoyed at the supernova, and tickled by Kirk's unsuccessful passes at Uhura.

But in hindsight I have to admit, if I could only choose to air a single complaint about the new Trek, I would basically echo what Naomi, Kameron, and Meghan said ( Read more... )

Actual movie title: Star Trek: Best Retcon EVER.

ps. Supernovae still don't typically threaten entire galaxies, or set off other supernovae in chain reactions, or do anything much besides nuke a few cubic parsecs and launch a lot of perfectly good atoms into high galactic latitude. Seriously, writer people, how many times do we have to go over ( Read more... )

1. Three dogs! We are currently dog-sitting a friend's husky while she looks for housing in Pasadena. And Buttercup loves loves LOVES the husky.

(Con: the husky is shedding, and he dislikes being brushed. Which is really too bad, because we dislike rolling around in white fuzz every night.)

2. Spring. Thus far I have planted: corn, squash, ( Read more... )

Poll

Normally I'm a big fan of squid, too. Just not that one.

This action has done deep, irreparable damage to your karma. I hope you know that.

If at the end of this week I suddenly declare that I'm going to bat for the other team, it will be Amanda Palmer's fault.

(Yes, most everyone in the English-speaking, blog-reading feminist world has seen this by now. But I'm afraid I just can't get enough of Palmer's pouty lower lip and her fat, flabby belly.)