I can't help being a little depressed today ( Read more... )

All together now: CAN'T READ MY, CAN'T READ MY, HE CAN'T READA MY POKERFAAAACE!

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After years of wistfully wishing for a garden, but being afraid to drop too much money into it, burpee.com has finally got to me. Tonight, I'm ordering some blueberry and strawberry bushes for my balcony. It's only a container garden, but it's still a garden. In month or so I'll add some pots of basil, mint, and rosemary and maybe some veggies. And ( Read more... )

Having lots of dreams with my father in them recently. This hasn't happened in awhile. This time his appearances are different than they've been in the past. Before, he'd show up and take part in family activities while we all knew he was dead. He was there, but he was dead.  Just like, "Oh hey! Hi! I know you're dead, but it's good to see you. I ( Read more... )

Hee! Celebs Tweeting at each other like crazy lately as more hop on board and see their follower numbers go up. It's cute. Cutest Tweet of the night goes to Neil Gaiman: "Good night universe. I hope you will still be there in the morning. Or I will have nowhere to put my stuff." Strange side effect of all this is that I'm starting to like Demi ( Read more... )

After watching the movie Tropic Thunder recently, I realized I've always had a thing for Robert Downey Jr. I'm not talking about his current hotness, I mean I started liking him back when he was a messed up brat packer playing one of the bullies in Weird Science and the troublemaking-geeky roomate of Rodney Dangerfield's son in Back to School. At ( Read more... )

Ok, I just NOW got that Madonna's new boy toy is named Jesus and he's young enough to be her son. I don't know whether I should be embarrassed for knowing that,  or just continue not really caring.

Once again, I've had to let certain things go, and I'm actually quite chipper for the first time in awhile ( Read more... )

You know, I have no illusions that anyone actually reads the crap I write in this space. However, I guess I was naive enough to think people still had common courtesy towards others ( Read more... )

Nothing against the Wolverine, but I can't NOT call him Huge Ackman. It's that part of my brain that insists on replacing the word snow with snot. That said, I appreciate Mr. Ackman's singing and dancing skills, but Baz Luhrman should never be allowed to direct another musical number ever. Moulin Rough, er Rouge, was bad enough ( Read more... )