I would not date him in a box, I would not date him as a fox.

I'm way behind on my King. He's written some of my favorite books but he'll always be hit or miss. Still, it's usually worth me keeping up for the good stuff and he does consistently come out with stuff that I enjoy.

Sometimes he even likes the movies better. Like the ending to The Mist. The book ending is ambiguous and the movie ending is soul crushing. Stephen King has remarked that he loves the movie ending and thought it was a brilliant change.

It's actually surprising how he's so fixated on The Shining. I feel like, otherwise, he's pretty okay with people experimenting with adaptations to his book which is why he does it so often and relatively inexpensively. Although I will say the worst for me is Dreamcatcher.

I actually respect the mom for laying the hammer down and selling the tickets. I don't respect her airing her daughter's dirty laundry in public like that.

That's pretty kickass of the Australian government.

This kinda reminds me of how in 'Eat, pray, love,' spawned hordes of privileged yoga loving white women going off to "find" themselves.

I would have paid good money to see that encounter.

I'm glad you posted this! As an Australian you hear little about what happens in your own country especially around indigenous happenings. Sometimes being just being aware can really help ones understanding.

And prominently displayed next to copies of "The Celestine Prophecy" and "Conversations with God"!

I'm glad they didn't go with the alternate scene where the wolf won't surrender and Henry had to snap his neck then cry for ten minutes.

I was going to mention Woman on Waves. Thank you. There are ways you can help globally when you travel. Woman on Waves have printable stickers with instructions on how to safely terminate in many languages. I do volunteer work with woman & children in a few countries where abortion is illegal. I volunteer…

You're welcome Internet.

Hah! In my room in student halls in 2005 I found an opened packet of disposable maternity underpants (size 16-22) jammed under the sink, a Paul Nicholls poster under the bed (90s soap actor with a predictably underwhelming pop career) and an infestation of little beetley things. Also, a manky old condom which fell…

I saw Nick Cave a few months ago with my boyfriend, who is fairly obsessed (he got to see him in Paris! So jealous). Sharon Van Etten opened for him and then he used her as one of his backup singers for the rest of the show. It was the single best show I have ever seen in my life, and I felt like I was experiencing…

Hell, I'm not built like Miley and if society was a little more accepting of it, I'd hardly ever wear clothes either. I'd be like the cookie monster, but instead singing "pants are a sometimes clothes."

Dude was a beast. A beast!

BUT HOWDO THEY WORK???

Yeah, that was basically my reaction. Slept on it. For a week. Told my husband he'd better not even think about sex anywhere in the vicinity of that bed because A) eew! and B) his mother wants me pregnant so bad I'm pretty sure she put a baby spell on it.

My husband and I spent a week with his family two summers ago. His mom showed us to our room to put our things down, pulled us each in close, and asked my husband if he recognized the bed. Uh, no. In a quavering voice, she proclaimed "This is the bed where all five of my beautiful babies were conceived, and where all…