Well, I certainly am dizzy…
Black-and-white illustrations, you say?! Diary entries?? Preteen literature has not seen innovations like these since "The Baby-sitter's Club" Super Specials series! Oh, the glee.

Today in Poor Decisions
I read this while eating lunch. *hork*

Damn, Rivers Cuomo
I haven't thought about you in a hot minute. I had a huge nerd crush on you in high school.

@ Hoodwink:

Do the Welsh have anything for which to apologize? I mean, my one half is sorry for Bennigan's and O'Charley's and all the drunk douchebags* on St. Patrick's Day; the other half feels left out.

@ AJR:

Picture it: my sister's living room, August 2007
My 16 year-old niece has taken a break from sulking and talking about the Jonas Brothers to watch some TV. I flip through the channels, finding "Coming to America" on some odd cable channel. James Earl Jones enters the frame in full regalia befitting the ruler of…

She was in the mediocre movie with Patrick Wilson and Vanessa Redgrave a few years ago. "Evening," I think? Anyway, it was basically a 2 hour-long yawn, and it certainly was no "My So-Called Life."

Judge me if you must
I hate Thomas Pynchon novels. I feel as if I should like his work, since I generally enjoy quirky and absurd literature rife with symbolism and such, but I just can't get into his work. It doesn't hurt that most of the people I know who like Pynchon are unrepentant douchenozzles. Seriously. …

Paper Heart
I don't think I need to see a movie that forces me to relive every awkward relationship I've ever had with another geek/nerd. I mean, they're ultimately fulfilling, but the courting stage is painful to remember at some points.

Oh heck, why not?
Go to the brunch. They may serve Cristal so you can get your drink on.

Google "nadir." Then report back.

But it's so cold…
I'll be there if you'll provide complimentary electric blankets and/or hot chocolate.

This layout reminds me of myself…
…because it's pretty. It's also easy to navigate, but let's not overextend the comparison.