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Aw, I get the occasional panic attack too, they're terrifying, and I know what she means about not wanting to put people out. Give your grandma a hug for me.

Thank you! I do tend to attribute it more to luck than anything else (the artistic talent she gets from her dad).

I give this an B- for proper spelling, but the grammar and structure needs work.

My kid is in a gallery show for teen artists tonight. This is the second gallery show she's appeared in, at the tender age of 15. Needless to say I'm incredibly proud of her, but it also makes me wonder what the fuck I've been doing with *my* life.

I made David Bowie magnets! They were super easy, I just cut out pictures, decoupaged them to glass stones, and then glued on the magnets. Cheap and simple, but I really like the effect.

Username: I dunno, it just popped into my head one day. It's different from the handle I use elsewhere, because I wanted to keep this profile separate.
Avatar: this is a good approximation of the face I make much of time when perusing the internet.

Awesome. I love hearing stories about celebs not being assholes.

Book Recommendations Thread!

Saturday night Master Sporks and I are going out for our "meativersary," to celebrate the anniversary of the first time we met in person (because we met online, as we are giant nerds). We call it the meativersary because we always go to a steak restaurant for it. IT'S A PLAY ON WORDS, YOU SEE.

Come on, if Willem Dafoe showed his wang for Von Trier, so can you, LaBeef.

Ah ha! ROAD MAPS!!!!

Nope!

No one knows if you're hate-watching his stuff, following him ironically or anything else, and the people who write checks don't care as long as you keep doing it.


Yes, this exactly. We can't keep complaining about shows like Honey Boo Boo or whatever if in the same breath we're claiming that we just can't help

It is aggressively punchable, isn't it? I live in Brooklyn, but every time I see someone described as a "Brooklyn-based" musician, I just know that there's a better than average chance they're going to look like a total asshole.

I think this is complicated by the fact that it's generally not cool anymore to express legitimate enjoyment of things. Everything is detached and ironic. So if someone says they prefer Genesis with Phil Collins as the frontman instead of Peter Gabriel, my immediate assumption is that they're pulling some sort of

Not to be flip, but essays about what makes something pretentious are often themselves pretentious. Why try to explain the meaning of a word that has already been established that nobody either really understands or cares to understand?

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Competitive reality shows, proudly stretching the definition of the word "celebrity" since 2005.

I think it's safe to say that Brown is crying all the way to the bank.

All you need to know about how little society has evolved past the idea that "real men" occasionally get rough with their women, but it's not a big deal, is how many women think Don Draper is the ideal man. Which is hilarious, because Mad Men makes no attempt at portraying him as anything else but deeply troubled.

The issue is simple: because there are far too many people, male and female alike, who have no problem starting sentences with "I don't believe in hitting women, but…" and "I'm not saying she deserved to be hit, but…" There should not be a but in these sentences, and if there is, then you should stop right there,