The Penguins and the Capitals are playing in Heinz Field (Pittsburgh) on New Year's Day. While I don't have tickets to it, and probably won't, HBO is making me want to go with this insanely good special leading up to the game:
24/7 Penguins/Capitals

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Friday's episode was fucked up. Just...fucked up. Lately I've been watching it out of morbid curiosity alone, but I'm breaking up with it now. There's absolutely nothing that I find interesting and/or entertaining about the following:

1.) Men learn about women/sex through porn. The pizza man is filled with fantastic advice. Ask him how!
2.) Thinking ( Read more... )

So, the Bad Sex Awards are back, and this year the winner is pretty hilarious due to the similes alone. Consider:

Fingers are "mining up, like an otter through wet sand" (I totally don't get this...otters mine?) and "tender enough to hold a tiny bird."
Nipples are "upturned like the nose of the loveliest nocturnal animal, sniffing in the night." ( ( Read more... )

I spent my entire morning off watching Vampire Diaries. Instead of, you know, writing. Or running errands. Like, I do need food. It's sort of a requirement.

But no. Vampire Diaries.

I'm giving away Alison Hart's Shadow Horse and Whirlwind here.

Take a look!

Huh. I forgot there was a Supernatural episode on tonight. And I'm not scrambling to turn on the recording I presume is waiting for me. In fact, I think I will continue to sit here and stare at my novel.

I think that says a lot. (Not that my novel is totally engrossing and better than Supernatural...although it totally is...but seriously I don't ( Read more... )

I have seen Secretariat.

Here are my two big problems:
1. It is a Disney movie. By god, it is a Disney movie.
2. You do not take the 1973 Belmont Stakes...arguably one of the most amazing moments in American sports...and change the race call. Ever. You do not scrap the whole thing and keep "he's moving like a tremendous machine" after you've shown us ( Read more... )

I am reading Hush, Hush. And I promised to blog about it, chapter by hilarious chapter, here.

Oddly enough, I don't hate it yet. I know precisely why this is, and I'm sure the book will make remarkable and unfortunate missteps that will make up for this later. I'm on chapter three and the problem is already there, lurking in the corners, not doing ( Read more... )

As far as I'm concerned, the last season of That '70s Show never happened.

(Oh my god, it was hideous.  HIDEOUS.  Of all the horrible last seasons good television shows have put me through, that one hurt the most.)

Denial never felt so good.