It just occurred to me that at this exact second I am, for the first time ever, missing the first show of a Hanson "tour" on North American soil. Mostly, I don't care. I've been to the Starland Ballroom; I've eaten at the ghetto little pizza place down the road and laughed at the teenies lined up outside the venue, looking hot enough for fainting ( Read more... )

In a way, it must be lovely to be a hardline evangelical Christian. To really and truly believe that God not only cares for you, but is a participant in your every action and every thought. To know that you are completely, sublimely, correct in your every belief, and that everyone else in the world is completely, utterly wrong in theirs. That you ( Read more... )

So even though I've watched approximately thirteen hours of The Office over the past four days, the wit doesn't seem to be rubbing off.

While discussing trips to the doctor at lunch today, one of my coworkers said "I'm always afraid I'll go and they'll tell me I have six months to live."

I think I nodded in response. What I should have done only ( Read more... )

Apparently there's an entire movement on livejournal consisting of humiliating personal care anecdotes.

Chreebomb Has Technical Difficulties with Her Home Remedy

Watch4whales Realizes That Waxing Is BadWho knew ( Read more... )

A short and sweet meme stolen from zappoFour jobs I have had ( Read more... )

I've totally blown my 53-books-a-year vow for 2007 by starting off with London: The Novel by Edward Rutherfurd, which is not so much a brick of a book as it is a cinderblock. Weighing in at 1,189 pages, it's the longest thing I've read voluntarily since the heady junior-high days of my obsession with Stephen King's The Stand ( Read more... )

In the world of pop culture, my coworkers are blind fieldmice. They're dimly aware of the greater culture around them--they feel its weight, its power--but they can't seem to understand its shape or meaning. Walking into a lunch conversation about American Idol embarked upon by two people who've seen an accumulated five minutes of the show between ( Read more... )

God, do I love the red carpet: the dresses, the jewelry, the glitz. I'm no fashion girl and haven't worn a dress in...well...forever, but this time of year I'm all about vintage Chanel and Fred Leighton and those cool little mirrored purses everyone's carrying on their way into Golden Globes. I won't be watching the award show itself, but I most ( Read more... )

Things I Wish to Marry
(an abbreviated list):

• My new generation 5.5 iPod. When I put this particular item on my Christmas list, I felt a little icky: I already had an iPod that was trucking bravely along, even after four years of use and abuse. So its battery life was essentially nil. So I couldn't play the new-fangled iPod games on it (or watch ( Read more... )

( And part deux starts off on a frivolous foot! (Surprise, surprise.) )