Nezrite
Nezrite
Nezrite

Do you have crackers, potato chips, tortilla chips, or cereal you can crush to use as a binding agent? Not sure what would stand in for the eggs, but it's a start!

My husband and I were at Bed, Bath and Beyond trying to find room-darkening curtains for the guestroom (yay guests at the end of the month! Very excited!) and noticed curtains with the style names "Zahara" and "Maddox". Really?

Jesus, those are actually the languages I took in high school.

Same. What's the point of having an Android store if it's not an Android store?

I used to own an internet gaming center, and a guy used to come in to meet women on Yahoo. I won't go into the convoluted details, but it turned out that he wasn't supposed to be using the internet without his parole officer's permission - and I think that's the crux here. You generally aren't banned from the

I had to Google it. It's not worth the effort, really.

We Midwesterners prefer "Charolais" - it sounds so much more refined.

Is "douche-canoe" copyrighted? Can I use that? Because I want to use that. A lot.

I believe it's been said before, but I'll risk reiteration:

Christ, what an asshole.

Yes, I play WoW, as does my husband and many of my RL friends. Yes, my husband and I (and a couple other married folks we know) met as a result of an MMORPG. Nevertheless, all I have to say is "FFS, shouldn't the headline be 'People meet, date and fall in love engaging in hobbies'?" Who cares if it's an online

HA, I just posted the link to the NYT story on the FB page of a friend who met her husband in the same MMORPG where I met mine. So very, very cutting edge. Next, they'll bust wide-open this new "Nigerian prince" e-mail scam that's making the rounds.

Now playing

Oops, think I almost deleted my post somehow. Martinis all around. Straight up, gin, dirty with a blue cheese olive.

Now playing

And I think tonight might be a martini night.

I fricking LOVE the Game of Thrones series, and I have a mad wish to win the lottery, hire George RR Martin to attend a con and then lock him in a hotel room with a laptop and unlimited room service and make him FINISH. THE. DAMNED. SERIES.

If it's not the rent, it's the skirts. It's always something.

Sorry, I'll stick with Stephon's recommendations.

Sometimes my husband does that when I come home from work. Kinda embarassing.

I'M GONNA BACKTRACE YOU!

Details, details!