My mom had and I got to drive around Miami, a Mello Yello Pacer. Hell, yeah.

Loves me the Ludacris, I am of course duly shamed at his blatant sexism —but hell, that Roll Out song is brilliant.

@ArmCandy: I used to love that the nuns in my school said that by playing with Ouija boards, etc. you were "opening a door to the devil."

I am a generally skeptic atheist—but when I was a kid a had a few of these. Presences, visions, sense of people being there (touch, smells). I kind of hold them in the 'hmmmm' category.

@LaComtesse: But, on that note, my money is on Playstation.

@Erin-MJ: I am married to a wonderful man myself, who would never harm me or our children. But if he did, goodbye.

@TruculentandUnreliable: I am ashamed that we failed her.

@I.Can. Haz.Black.Editors?: Did you ever see the Sesame Street H. Ross Parrot sketch? Might be the secret reason.

Amen on the whole notion of let's just agree to disagree. No number of sternly written comments are going to change someone's religion, stand on abortion rights, political choices or the true nature of the universe.

@NotNotLickingToads: i just like mortifying them.

@NotNotLickingToads: yes.

@GodOfBiscuits: forbid is not what is sounds like. Aka not-forbid, but ask strongly to respect me by not watching when I am around, or our children. He's already watched it online.

Ok, so Heavy Metal and South Park—I have a love/hate thing with both of these. South Park is hilarious, and topical and very smart, but then someone pukes for 7 mins. or there is an episode devoted to boobies. I love the cheesiness, rockiness and fabulousness of the Heavy Metal Soundtrack, love the whole Fantasia for…

@angelheadedhipster: ha ha ha—cruella perhaps, ursula, man those would be fierce!

On the totally opposite side maybe, I think it is funny that when people read a memoir they feel entitled to weigh in our your life. Which is probably true as you invited them in and all, but the following questioned was directed to the author at a Frank McCourt event for Angela's Ashes:

@whynotshesaid: My mother loves to say that she is 1/16th Indian. Might be true, might be not. She is crazy though. I don't know anyone's name past my grandparents.

And you got to love the fake Indian thing. How many times have we heard the 'I'm part Indian' thing? Uggh? Think of how f'ed up this girl's daughter is going to be.

And y'all — I really don't think anyone is really advocating drinking, binge-ing and pro-ana stuff. Healthy stuff is awesome, but sometimes chocolate, whiskey, stupid sex happens, and we can take off the metaphorical scratchy dress and get to have some fun.

You know what—the maryjane works better—no calories!!! If you start getting munchies, smoke more and then you won't be motivated enough to even get the food.

@entonces: I think she is like some sort of beautiful WASP/ Aryan Barbie that my peasant Catholic stock self could never be. If she was a barbie that I owned as a little girl, It would have made me feel ugly and inadequate and I would worship her like a princess.