Fright Night made me remember that Colin Farrel can be really fucking hot sometimes. He was perfectly cast.

I get those, but I swear it only happens when I read this post every year!

Oh cool, I’m crying. FUCK THIS STORY.

There was a Buffy episode like that— only the “something” was a bit more literal, as I think a demon hitched a ride home with Buffy’s mom after her brain surgery.

I had chills through this whole story, and I didn’t even notice until I was done that I had a tear rolling down my face. Fucking excellent.

Winston is SUCH a perfect name for a bulldog, too! I’m imagining a squishy little Churchill in dog form, or a bulldog with a monocle and a pocket square.

Growing up, we lived maybe a mile down the road from a nursing home— we’d go there for Brownies activities and stuff like that. One spring day when I was little, my mom was rounding up the kids (me and my older sister and brother) to go to my dad’s softball game. My brother, who was probably like 12 or 13 at the time,…

I had been thinking maybe it was when she was younger and not a name yet, and that’s why she didn’t get any support. But then I realized I was just being naive and odds are she didn’t get any support because the world is garbage and of course dudes would side with other dudes, regardless of how big a star the woman…

My (middle-aged, married) boss at my first job after graduating was a creeper who told me he preferred to hire sorority girls because they were “perky.” There were a lot of part-timers from the university up the road, and he would make really inappropriate comments to them around Halloween, asking about their costumes…

My husband and I did Party Down one year— cheapest and easiest costume that no one got I’ve ever done.

Roman is the worst part of the FF movies, and it irks me to no end that they’ve killed off way better characters (Han and Giselle) and we’re still stuck with Tyrese. Every time Roman is on screen it takes away from my enjoyment of an otherwise ridiculous and fun action movie.

I remember when Moore spoke at the Women’s March I got so angry because he made it all about himself. It was so gross and tone deaf.

I asked my husband (who’s a big fan of the original) every night of this long weekend if he wanted to go see it, and every night he said “I don’t think I have it in me right now to sit though a movie that long.” And as interested in seeing it as I am, I’m inclined to agree. I’m pretty sure we’ll wait until we can…

I’m frankly amazed the White House order the Army Corps of Engineers to rig him up a special t-shirt cannon for the occasion.

The updates saying he’s clinging to life are making it worse for me, in a selfish way. Tomorrow is the 15th anniversary of my dad’s death, and that’s how it was at the end with him. Not conscious, but still hanging onto life while his family sat around his hospital bed and waited. He wasn’t hooked up to anything, and…

Maybe now Prince will finally tell him what happened to the guitar he tossed into the air. 😀

Me too! I bought Wildflowers and Dookie by Green Day, and the cashier at Tower Records admired my eclectic taste, saying “That’s like buying Dylan and the Sex Pistols together.” And I giggled, because he said “sex” and I was 11.

Gale King said that this morning on CBS. “It’s so hard because he doesn’t fit any kind of profile.”

Kay Hanley of Letters to Cleo wrote a lot of the songs and did all the singing for Josie. The soundtrack is coming out on vinyl and my husband is really fucking excited to get it.

Yup. I used to live in a townhouse and on Halloween, parents would drop their kids off in our neighborhood for trick-or-treating. I think Halloween is actually the thing I miss most about that place— my husband and I would sit out front on the stoop and get all the good neighborhood gossip from our neighbor. Now we…