Sitting at home, on the third DVD of the night (Coraline, Harvey, and now The King’s Speech). Working on a podcast idea that I’ve had for a while, realizing that writing about depression/abuse/coping is more frightening than thinking about it or even discussing it in therapy. But I need to create something; I haven’t…

Harrumph! Harrumph! Harrumph!

Heh heh...wood.

Oh, God? He’s the one who caught the last train for the coast instead of keeping the plane from crashing.

This calls for a dance party.

A couple female comedians, including Wendy Liebman and Kathleen Madigan, exchanged Twitter grievances about their material being stolen by Schumer. Liebman and Madigan have been around on the stand up scene since the 1990s, the accusations carried some weight. Then, all tweets about the subject were deleted with…

His hair looked perfect.

Good thing you’re not using your real name. It’ll make it more difficult for Swift’s lawyers to serve you with a lawsuit for misusing the title of her new album American Pizza.

*reads headline*

Diddly/squat.

...or maybe you need a nap. Or some cookies.

I was living/working/ finishing my BFA in Philadelphia when the Real World came. People yelled at their camera crews and ruined street footage whenever possible.

Jack Nicholson was right. Whatever the truth is, I can’t handle it.

BOXCAT!

Yellow Tail merlot! With shame pizza and the Steelers/Bengals game, I am ready for a relaxing Saturday night! Go sportsball!

About as much time as he spends standing up, methinks.

Are we talking about the same band here? I thought that was Panic at the Disco or My Chemocal Romince or Fold Your Arms Say Nothing.

Something something, Peg, something something left hook

I’m just relieved to know that so many other people here (redheads included) are fig newtons of my imagination.

For the water-skiing and the travel. And a varied pool of choices for the skin collection.