I have a toaster that is also a toaster oven. I can't live without it. It's bright red, and a thing of beauty.

It made me think of Doctor Who.

I was using "Right Chest, Wrong Name" as a prop in my most recent show, and I really want to buy it. It has the best Romance title I've ever seen. I've never bought or read a "romance novel," but this one is so very tempting to me. http://www.amazon.com/Right-Chest-Wr…

I LOVED Blind Assassin! Enjoy!

Ooo, let me know how The World of Ice and Fire is! I actually really liked the Dunk and Egg stories, but the most recent short story in Dangerous Women was a tough slog for me. If this one is in that same Maester's writing style, I may have to pass.

I am so excited for this book. Moulton was such a weird dude.

Ooo, very excited for some of those!

Mark, I love your stuff, but this has been on Snopes since 2007, it looks like. That woman was trying to use a potato to keep her uterus from falling out. Not to say this didn't happen, but...it also might end up on Cracked next week.

Screw the nothing burger, I still want my stupid lasagna!

Roseanne and co reminded me of my aunt and her kids. Watching that show was really like hanging out with family for me.

I know one person's experience is in no way useful for extrapolating data, but when I was on OKCupid in my mid-20s, I got a lot of messages from guys in their late 40s, early 50s. It was weird.

Well, now I'm crying. What a brave, beautiful sweetie.

Ewwww. Sadly, this doesn't have my "favorite" clip of his, where he talks about how Americans are "impure" b/c we keep breeding with other species (he then corrects to the term "ethnics.") I can't even handle this douchebucket.

Bless you, I hate them, too. I hate that their icky wrong flavor is so common. I thought I was the only one!

If I weren't absurdly allergic to Chanel makeup, I'd be all over this. I can't help it. I find Choupette irresistible.

One of my dear friends got so many calls for Red Lobster from people who absolutely refused to believe that she had the wrong number that she started answering all unknown calls as "Hello, this is NOT Red Lobster. Can I help you?" People left her voicemails trying to set up reservations and everything.

Methinks the gent doth protest too much.

That story just made me burst into tears. That's so beautiful! What a great Snow White.

There is no more space on my forehead for my eyebrows to go.

One of my good friends is from STL, and she was disgusted that some of her old classmates were bringing boxed lunches to the "poor police" in Ferguson. She was pretty livid, and I don't blame her. Who are these white people? How can they not see what is happening?