There are some things about me that I just can't change: I'm tall. I have green eyes. And I'm a crier. I cry when I'm happy and when I'm sad, and, occasionally, when I'm bored. It's not something I need medication for--it's just the way I've always been, and presumably will always be. Commercials make me cry. "Property of a lady" entries in Sotheby ( Read more... )

• Fametracker's take on Lindsay Lohan.
  "It's all well and good to laugh and point and snark on her twenty-four hours a day, on this great electronic conduit of schadenfreude we've assembled. She not only made her bed -- she made it, tossed in it, then puked on the sheets. So if she's lying in it now, well, you can't say you didn't see it coming."


• The ( Read more... )

A trio of recs dealing with Artemisia Gentileschi, a 17th-century painter: Artemisia, The Passion of Artemisia, and The Life and Art of Atemisia Gentileschi.Although I'm no great lover of biography or historical fiction, I occasionally hunger for a good story about someone who actually lived, and then spiral off into obsession with that person for ( Read more... )

( Blasphemy )

One Weird Thing My Dad Says

• Since Hector was a pup (i.e., around for a long, long time)

Two Wonderful Links

• PostSecret. Occasionally contrived, occasionally brilliant, this site features people's deepest, darkest secrets in anonymous postcard form. Slightly depressing in the same way that Amélie was, it makes one wonder why one's own tortured soul ( Read more... )

So how am I ever going to go back to work? Really? How am I? I've been sitting around for the past few days, burning off some of the 140 hours worth of sick time I've accumulated and will loose if and when I get a new job and move on with my life.

Following is some catchall goodness.

From a review of William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet "Puts ( Read more... )

Today would be the perfect day to whine. Right at this moment, I be watching Jonny Lang performing in New York. But I'm not. Because I've got a stupid job interview for a stupid copyediting position tomorrow in stupid Colchester. The problems with this scenario are legion: I really like Jonny Lang, and hanging out with Laura and Carrie. And I ( Read more... )

• Ben Lee is one of those people you hear about sometimes. He's been hovering over on the sidelines of actual fame for years and years, all because of his status as a one-time Claire Danes boyfriend. I knew the name; I knew the epithet: Ben Lee, Australian rocker. But up until a few days ago, I'd never actually heard the music, caring as I do more ( Read more... )