Oh, no, Nick's off the wagon again? That's a shame. He was lovely when I met him at Dragoncon a few years ago.

Lately, I have been living at the sartorial intersection of Ms Frizzle, a lady hobbit, and a Muggleborn witch who probably works at a library or something. Lots of cardigans with weird brooches pinned to them, lots of dirndl skirts, lots of novelty prints. I'm enjoying it, so far.

Actually, can I just have the dress the lady in the photo is wearing?

oh dude I told someone what my housemates and I pay for a 4br/2ba house in Mount Rainier and I thought I was gonna get punched in the face. I didn't even mention that it takes me under 20 minutes to get to the Hill!

this seems like a really appropriate time to deploy some Yiddish curses. So:

are you kidding? Tesla is a GREAT name. There's a comic book character named Tesla Strong who is one of my favorite characters of all time.

Oz would NEVER.

for the record, kids historically wore shorts (even for dressy occasions) because knees are self-repairing and your Sunday best isn't. Same reason vintage dresses for little girls are quite short.

Now I'm picturing Miss Piggy as this dude's assailant.

So, there are a lot of people in these comments calling themselves 'good white people.' Which feels like it's... sort of missing the point of this piece? You don't get to declare yourself a 'good white person' when what you actually are is 'not going out of your way to be racist.' Like, how low are we setting the bar…

I recently found out that one of my junior-high bullies grew up to be the Naked Dating lawsuit lady, which, I'm gonna be honest, was pretty fantastic for me personally. At least in terms of validating basically all of the life choice I've made since the age of 14.

Holy shit, I went to sleepaway camp with her. She does not appear to have gained a single ounce of self-awareness since we were fourteen.

That's gorgeous and I want to live there and I am 100% certain there is a secret passage in that house somewhere. Don't tell me is there isn't.

I am pretty sure that, somewhere in my parents' basement, there is still a shoebox full of the paper dolls that came with each issue. Actually, that might be one of the first things that got me interested in costume history; I now own a vintage clothing business and am gearing up to open my own vintage shop. So, uh,…

I can think of at least three SF conventions I have attended at which people asked me who I was cosplaying when I was not, in fact, cosplaying. And none of them thought I was cosplaying Chuck from Pushing Daisies, which is actually what I am secretly doing most days.

But what if it turns out like Ten Things I Hate About You, and one of the cool black kids falls in love with the son?? I don't think we should just assume the worst, here.

This actually reminds me of an Internet Classic, and also makes me suspect I am super old, because I am pretty sure no one else remembers Dogs in Elk.

Wow, sounds like Lancaster has changed a lot since I went to school there! When I was there, the twin blows of Wal-Mart and the mall had knocked out most of the downtown business a while ago, and they were only starting to fill those empty storefronts. Also the comic book store was a dank nerd-cave where I regularly…

Tragically, I DID watch Everwood but focused my teenaged crush-having energy on Chris' costar Gregory Smith, who, uh, did not go on to quite the same career heights and also is not nearly as funny. What a fool I was! But once I started watching Parks and Rec I got back on track.

...I feel like 'What if Batman looked like a manic pixie dream girl?' is the sort of premise that could really go places, actually.