Yesterday Alex read me this, a detailed compilation of the evidence that Trig Palin, the infant son of our new lady veep candidate Gov. Sarah Palin, in fact belongs to Palin's oldest daughter, Bristol, now 17. There's since been some counter-evidence presented, albeit not 100% convincing.

This morning, in an attempt to quash these rumors, the McCain ( Read more... )

Something is wrong with the world when I have to convince a boy to see a steroidal action flick featuring Angelina Jolie.

I read the reviews, and everyone said it was awesome fun despite an occasionally inept plot.  I concur.

James McAvoy is my new favorite antihero (sorry, Bill Murray characters everywhere), as well as my favorite Scottish ( Read more... )

The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed.

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Strike out the books you have no intention of ever reading, or were forced to read and hated.
5) Reprint this list in your own LJ so ( Read more... )

I have the greatest boyfriend ever. Who else, after a day shift and looking forward to another, would go buy tickets to the midnight Thursday show of "Wall-e" and grab his sleepy, dorky girlfriend for the show ( Read more... )

So, so ridiculous. Loved it, but oh the ridiculousness.

Also, memo to Lucasfilm: Just because you can produce a bunch of CGI groundhogs (that look CGI) doesn't mean you should.

This will surprise no one who knows me, but I have recently become a 24-year-old "Gossip Girl" addict ( Read more... )

Ingredients in fridge/freezer:

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I am obviously a 24-year-old fuddy-duddy. But a month ago, my apartment complex was a stable, family-friendly locale. The loudest noise was kids playing and only occasionally drunk couples fighting after a night of partying. The only students were quiet and kind, the most raucous bashes were evening barbecues, and winged fairies delivered our ( Read more... )

Have you ever had the perfect pair of shoes? Mine are quite unlikely candidates. They're clunky and sort of pilgrim-esque chunk-heeled lace-ups. But when I walk in them, they make this confident clicking and my gait is powerful. They fit perfectly and hold on to my feet so I don't feel constrained or awkward walking fast in them ( Read more... )

w00t.

Also, my dad got mistaken on the street for John Henry (owner of the Sox) the other day. Hehe. It's only a stereotype that all middle-aged WASP males look alike.

Dad's comment: "John Henry's a dweeb."