When a girl named Mandy from Tisdale looks at your hair and says, "Tell ya what. I'm just gonna curl the shit out of it," you take another bite of bagel and say, "Give 'er."

landbasedmammal makes for one hot gay "Mountie ( Read more... )

I find it pretty funny that on this, one of the last nights of the decade, I'm chillaxing with my laptop and watching the 1998 "hit" You've Got Mail.

It's just so cute, the way they didn't understand the internet back then. Their little jokes about Windows solitaire, and their screen names, and their frequenting of "chat rooms" (let alone their ( Read more... )

I was rocking the elliptical at the gym this morning, having heeded a sternly written letter from my knees on the dire consequences of running even ONE MORE KILOMETRE before replacing my shoes, and thus I had a lot of time to appreciate early morning American TV ( Read more... )

Quick quick, internet! If you were trying to prepare me to attend the Genies in, oh, FOUR HOURS, what would you have me wear ( Read more... )

Dear internet:

A variety of sources (okay, cracked.com via Jezebel) have alerted me to the following commercials. Let's all watch together!

"That's pretty harsh!" "Well, so's your coffee!"

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I am scared of "Good As Fresh Perked!" lady. Also, now that I know it's an option, you're all getting coffee as a birthday surprise. And by coffee, I mean ( Read more... )

I'm not sure I understand the purpose of the Grammys. (Which, please note, I initially typed as "Grammars," perhaps proving my point ( Read more... )

Did anyone else find it a little strange that on this, one of the most exciting days in Canadian political history, a large chunk of the country spent two hours staring at an open door ( Read more... )

Oh, internet.

This is the second night in a row that I've sat staring at an empty screen for over an hour.

It's the second night in a row that I've type-type-type/delete-delete-deleted.

It's the second night that I've tried to explain how I figured out that my dress issues were, quite likely, not entirely my fault (hint: if the bottom half seems ( Read more... )

Well, it's official: I didn't win this cycle of America's Next Top Model. This news will come as no surprise to those of you who noted that I wasn't a competitor (details!). Nevertheless, I'm disappointed ( Read more... )

Trust me: if there's one thing you shouldn't do right after a fresh dose of migraine meds, it's watch Just Like Mom.

Dear lord--the earth tones! The pastels! The neck bows! The faux vests! The feathered bangs! The tightly wound perms! The giant, giant glasses that threaten to swallow Mom's face whole!

Why did nobody tell me how creepy the ( Read more... )