He's so limber and light on his feet, he might as well be a marionette. Fred Astaire was a strange and wonderful machine, sent to earth to teach us the meaning of dance. -_-

First and last thing I know about her: my Facebook "news feed" reports that she "modeled a bikini on a balcony."

Just from a practical standpoint it makes more sense to be polite. I'm screamingly polite when I talk to people on the phone or in a store, and I've almost never had any problems. Quite the opposite - people try to help me out. It's not rocket science.

Every woman and every honest man. Newman crosses all boundaries of gender and being deadness.

Girl, I see your Gene Kelly, and I raise you Fred Astaire. Fred could dance the pants off Gene any day. (And I would watch.)

It must be a Gomez Addams thing, because I'd do John Astin, too. (Although technically he is not dead.)

UGH OMG THESE PEOPLE. *head in hands* If the restaurant doesn't have it YOU can't have it. You don't get to go to the theater and hand people your own script.

And after dinner they were going to watch home movies at the AMC! That, or maybe drink their own coffee in a Barnes & Noble while reading books they brought from home. BUT NOW THEIR EVENING IS RUINED!

Women priests are clearly an awesome idea. It's like they haven't even SEEN The Vicar of Dibley. -_-

My mom (lapsed Catholic) said a nun once told her that there has to be a sort of build up to women priests. The church will have to wrap its head around married men, THEN we'll get women. Sort of like how we had white male presidents, and now a black president, so we're set up for a woman president next.

Dude, vestments are the best part! My husband keeps saying he wants to become a non-believing/practicing Catholic - all the incense, gold leaf, and shiny cassocks you can eat!

It is. I'm working on breaking the world's shell, with a side line in posing sexily.

OH YOU. With your "science" and whatnot.

Also as a Muslim women, I wouldn't be able to use them, as well as other women who follow religious modesty guidelines.

Also this gem:

I just tested it on my husband. If you say "Lurlene" to someone, they're compelled to say it back.

Now I'm just saying it out loud. "Lurlene. Lurlene. Luuuurlene."

I pictured it like this:

I was an altar girl. NOBODY wanted to be an altar server. It was way boring and everyone was looking at you so your couldn't scratch, or pick your nose, or anything. I used to fake feeling sick so I could skip it.

I don't have my gifs on this computer, so I'm just enacting the Citizen Kane slow clap at my desk.