Misha would work, although John Constantine is probably closer to Anthony Stewart-Head's age ( and the Ripper persona always seemed like a direct pull from Hellblazer.) James Marsters would be my dream John Constantine— he looks the part, he's got the comfortably-damned thing down and the man can wear a coat and fake…

I wish to do more violence.

I love the bitter background taste of stevia in my coffee. I like pretending that I might have been poisoned with ricin.

That was just a very pretty triangle all around, since Luther's wife left him for Paul McGann, aka the 8th Doctor.

I admit, I've tried cat food before. That super-fancy turkey Florentine stuff was just— bland. I've also had to feed human baby food to sick cats, and let me tell you, pureed turkey and beef and chicken is nasty. Like, wiping my tongue off with a paper towel bad. The texture is horrifying. I'd eat Fancy Feast before…

The problem with inner goddesses is that when they come out, they're unstable on the quantum level and likely to blow a hole in reality the size of Los Angeles.

I didn't even have to activate the flash video to know who you were talking about. Dammit, Scully.

Yep, the worst thing I've had happen from holding headstand for 10 minutes was heartburn. Just don't eat pizza and it's all good.

I am 39 and the idea of children fills me with a shuddering, atavistic dread. There is no clock. The clock is broken. Time is out of joint.

Do you 1)live on a boat 2) have a pet alligator named Elvis or 3) use coconuts for wi-fi? No? Then no.

"I will huff, and puff, and blow your race down to the ground," said the Bad Wolf.

Yep— I teach yoga, and other barefoot disciplines, and Penney's compression pants are the bomb. But I don't think I've ever paid more than $20 for a pair of yoga pants. The pair I wore to teach this morning cost $6 at Ollie's discount.

Pale-to-transparent here with deliberately red-red hair— I use the Revlon #6 red on occasion, though it goes closer to brick on me, but for seriously dressy events I use Senegence Lipsense in Blu-Red. It's actually performance makeup designed for stage use, but that stuff never wears off. Even after 12 hours of use.…

Yep. I have a full-time job as associate director of a non-profit and a second job teaching yoga and fitness classes at a studio. Altogether, including constructing and practicing for class, I work about 70 hours a week. I count myself extremely lucky to love the 30 hours that I teach and work out, because it keeps me…

Like your mom, I have Crohn's, along with B-12 deficiency and chronic severe anemia. It took nearly a year's worth of IV iron infusions and monthly B-12 shots to get myself up to low-normal. In the meantime, I made some pretty sweeping changes to my diet and exercise regimen (40-35-25 of protein, carbs, and good fats,…

Me, lying on the floor in the bathroom because I figured lying down was a better idea than fainting from the pain of what subsequently turned out to be a perforated bowel: "Are you sure it's necessary to go to the ER? Maybe I'm making too much of this." After 12 hours in the ER cubicle going into shock and incipient…

My alarm clock this morning was my cat sticking her foot in my mouth. Rather her than some human—at least I know where she's been.

I believe in all kinds of gods, but I don't trust any of them.

I had a Maine Coon that topped 35lbs. When standing on his hind legs, he could reach the countertops. Thankfully, he was also the most gentle fellow on the planet. Never scratched or bit or even got testy, and loved to be carried like a toddler. He passed away at 17, and I still miss him.

Hillbilly here. Mountain Dew Mouth is a real thing. To the point that Pepsico has established a fund for children here in the Appalachians for dental repair. For some reason it's worse than other sodas for tooth decay.