Leprosy is my favorite answer to everything.

Please, don't forget the scourge that is Nevaeh.

A writer is someone who writes, as they say. Get as much detail from mom as you can; I am very sorry that neither my mom nor I paid more attention to my grandmother's stories. My mother always shakes her head ruefully at the names she has mislaid of people in old pictures.

You're a good writer, and I think you should give serious consideration (if you haven't already) to doing something with this story, and the others that you have.

Sadly, Google Translate does not offer Luxembourgish.

I read The Shining when I was about 13 (this is now almost 30 years ago) and I still remember the shit out of that book. The movie is scary and campy and stuff, but I was always sorry that it didn't do more with the incredible descriptions of him as a dry drunk. And also that Wendy was played by the (to me)…

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On a happier note, can you do one of those Fashion Scavenger Hunts: Time Travel Edition! and find out where to buy Sister's dress?

Yeah, I'd say I pretty much confine my love for him to the seventies. This is MY Bob Dylan, right here.

I'm not kidding when I say that I see my not liking him as a bit of a personal failure. But my relationship (ha) to Bob Dylan has also had its ups and downs, and it wasn't until I found my Bob Dylan era (Rolling Thunder Revue) that I could really see past the weird voice and learn to truly love him. So perhaps there…

It's a whole album with Mr Costello. Gak.

I tried. And I tried. And tried again. I know he's a great person and I know many people who adore him. Far as I'm concerned, though, dude can't sing. I feel that I have failed.

I, too, am a massive Roots lover. But they still couldn't redeem Elvis Costello for me.

Except that I imagine faced with an actual real life person child, her attitudes might soften. But you're right. Maybe we should request that the faeries bring her another little boy.

Please, all you goddesses on Mt Olympus, send her a Shiloh. Or a Chastity Bono.

Also: whatever the actual opposite of funny is, like a sucking vortex of not-funny, that would be Ricky Gervais. Derek is like a black hole of not-funny. Or at least the first fifteen minutes were.

I'd never given much positive thought to Chris Martin before, but now I am his slave for life. Neatly done, Jezbians.

I wondered about the "we" but then decided it was because she is The Queen.

I feel like she could not possibly have been at fault. She's just too...awesome.

This is my solution, too. I love it! I used to just use the sugar, but then started adding the coconut oil or olive oil and it's so much better.