Read my new erotic inter-office drama: Redheads Love Ham(m)!

I would rather them option my Tim Riggins/Matt Saracen slashfic than attempt to screw up a perfectly decent ending. My pitch: Riggins doesn't just call Saracen "7" because it's his jersey number…

Bugger. Looks like they de-Dawes'd the article already. The Dawesification will return, because that's just how Dawes rolls.

I was just brushing up on my Dawes via wikipedia. The second to last paragraph set me giggling in my office.

Talk about irony! Or is it happenstance?

Jennifer Connelly circa 1992. The Rocketeer was my favorite movie in my youth for that reason alone.

Oh gods, please have Lana Del Rey do the cover of "Danger Zone." I'll never ask for anything again.

FLAGGED

"These songs were written from scratch, had nothing to do with anyone or anything else but my own expression, my own colors on my own canvas."
Yes, as long as those colors are red, white, and black.

Gina D? More like Gina C. And that's on a good day!

Are you following me camera guy?

Yeah…

Did you just flaggy-thing me? How many times you flaggy-thinged me?

Welcome to Earf!

I'm generally against doing anything 'heartily.' So I may just pass on this one.

Here you say ironic, when I think you mean happenstance.

McNulty: "You're telling me every Friday night Snot would come around, steal your underwear, and you beat the shit out of him? I gotta ask? Why let him in the area?"

Anyone up for a friendly game of Whist? If so, can you bring a copy of the rules?

How's your mother?

When I was a kid "Genesis" was one of the creepiest hours of television I had ever seen. Of course I was like 7 at the time, but I still remember being scared out of my mind by spider-Barclay.