1. My parent's house is like a resort, what with the hot tub and the Tivo.
2. The fact that I'll be seeing Meaganooch, Steve and Jason in a few days.
3. The fact that I'll be seeing the other Jason, Jen, Dave and their new babies a few days
after that.
4. Gnarls Barkley's cover of Gone Daddy Gone5. My Pixie girls, who have really had my back ( Read more... )

Holy shit, New York is awesome.

I went to see Brick finally, which is a neo-noir set in high school and I know that makes it sound horrifying, but it was tremendous. And if that wasn't cool enough, the fucking director was there for a Q&A after the screening! That shit only happens here ( Read more... )

My brother pointed out to me today: "Have you noticed that if people are really assholes, their names become adjectives? Like you'll go 'Bob, great guy, salt of the earth,' or 'Judy's hilarious, lovely girl.' But for your asshole friend it's always, 'Tom? Yeah he's...just Tom ( Read more... )

Pixie girls: why are we living parallel lives in three different timezones? Or rather, why are we all having the same FUCKING STUPID parallel issue? Does that mean if one of us pulls it together, the other two will suddenly go, "What is my damage?" and stop the insanity? Is the problem that we actual need someone in Mountain Time, and if the ( Read more... )

Question 1: What is better than men kissing?
(No Lindsay, the answer is not "nothing", as previously suspected.)
Answer: British men kissing.

I saw My Beautiful Laundrette today, which stars a Pakistani guy who looks oddly like Jake Gyllenhall, and an extremely young Daniel Day-Lewis as a cockney tough (KLUNK). I'll summarize the plot: blah blah ( Read more... )

Holy fuck y'all! I got an e-mail from the editor of the Village Voice, asking if I wanted to review Nanny McPhee next week! Um, yes. Yes I do. I'm going to be a professional (read: paid) film critic!!!

Happy New Year! My resolution is to be better about keeping in touch with my friends. So, where the fuck are y'all?

This is awesome. Who knew "fucking" would be so far up the list? [Answer: Anyone who's ever spoken to me for more than 3 minutes.]

OH MY GOD ( Read more... )

My car is in the shop, which is actually always a bit of a treat for me, because the owner is from Northern Ireland. Our conversations go a bit like this (pardon my half-assed attempt to represent his accent ( Read more... )