I don’t know why I’m this irrationally angry that they’re not just calling it “Toyland,” but I definitely am. “Toy Story Land” just scans SO POORLY.

My junior high summer camp bully grew up to be the naked dating reality show lawsuit lady. Which is honestly just so, so satisfying, and makes me feel really good about all the life choices I’ve made since I was 14.

I want to see that last gold lamé number on a red carpet, paired with the glam-est, Old Hollywood-est hair and makeup possible. On some actress with a bombshell figure— America Ferrera, maybe, or Hayley Atwell.

I also almost bought this (ca. 1895, and it had a skirt to match):

From a vintage shop in Richmond with a secret stash of antique clothing that’s too delicate to go out on the shop floor. It’s late bustle era, trimmed in bright yellow silk crepe, and entirely too tiny for an adult human to wear, and I do not care in the slightest.

Try not to run out and buy any expensive, useless ballgowns made of gauze.

Oh jesus, a Ghibli version of Derkholm would be AMAZING.

ok but you guys aren’t seeing the big picture here. Think about what happened the last time Gwen Stefani went through a major breakup: the best breakup album of the 90s, and easily one of the top ten breakup albums ever made. And that was just her shitty bassist boyfriend, not her HUSBAND of MANY YEARS.

On the one hand, Tom Hiddleston as a sexy Victorian (plus some great-looking 1890s costuming). On the other, I am a giant weenie who cannot watch horror movies, ever. WHAT DO.

ok, wait I think we’re missing the important piece of information here, which is that apparently Malia Obama was born on the 4th of July??????

“We do not have the right, nor should we have the power, to take away a parent’s right to choose,” said Assemblyman Devon Mathis (R-Visalia).”

It’s not that great a superpower, is it? Every time my friend who collects 20s and 30s pieces finds something really good I feel a great disturbance in the Force, as if dozens of estate sale signs had been rained on and rendered illegible.

I also found that Cold War-esque spy thrillers and SF action comedies are so tonally similar as to be indistinguishable.

My grandparents at their senior prom. He was a full foot taller than her.

I’m really excited this week because my most-often-visited thrift turned up a bunch of GOOD 40s and 50s dresses, which almost never happens, including a 40s rayon shirtdress IN MY SIZE which REALLY never happens. I work at a vintage shop, though, so I thrift a LOT.

I had a burger with bacon and macaroni and cheese on it today. It was GREAT.

Weirdly, I saw Chiwetel as Fat Charlie but NOT as Spider. Go figure.

Heh, thanks. We’re just outside DC, if you’re ever in town!

I’ve never actually heard that it was gravy being used, before— I’d always thought it was bouillon.