Yup, that was me as well. When he counted off the second revolution (I believe), I immediately thought, "Uh, no, that was the third, dude."

I'll throw my hat in here as well. I liked Ang Lee's Hulk movie (and I thought it was quite clever the way he used comic book frames and cells in his scene changes). Not to mention I really dislike Edward Norton.

I can't tell you how many times I've had people, mostly little old women, come up to me and exhort me to "Smile! It can't be that bad!" Now, I don't know what they mean by "it." Life? That particular day? The act of shopping? (I usually meet these women while in line at Walmart, for some reason. I'm not sure I…

Yeah, a nasty, offal (awful?) oatmeal-y flavor. Yuck! But at least I can say I've eaten haggis, which is more than most can (or want to) say.

I've had haggis... in Scotland... it was not good. But it was also not spicy. That's why I enjoyed the hell out of being in the UK—it fed those British/Scottish/Irish genes of mine, which are probably responsible for my intolerance to hot foods in the first place.

Well, then you live in an ideal time, considering the entire world is fixated on spicy foods. Everywhere you go, every new food development it seems, is heated up, spiced up, and generally made into an edible fireball.

This is me. I hate beer and black coffee. Anything with a bit of heat burns my tongue and makes my eyes water, and that includes regular black pepper. Sour foods make me cry and bitter foods make me gag. However, I don't just have a sweet tooth, I have sweet teeth. Or at least I used to; I've noticed that as I've…

Boy, do I wish I'd thought of that! As someone dealing with chronic and long-term health issues, not to mention the loss of my mother not too long ago, I've had more than my fair share of "I'm/We're praying for you." Other than a strained smile, I never knew what to say, especially since all I really wanted to say…

If you make that "clothing for all body types" also available at reasonable prices, this 6'1" tall gal will happily bow down to an altar dedicated to you every day, morning, noon, and night.

Um, no. "Could care less" means that, in fact, you could care less about the topic than the level at which you're currently caring. "Couldn't care less" means that you are at the lowest possible level of caring and can go no lower. Just because something incorrect is used extensively without being called on it…

Thank you! I adore The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I've read all the books, more than once, so I came at the movie as a fan, ready to disapprove if the filmmakers screwed up. The problem is, the books are so non-linear in terms of a plot and I thought the movie did a great job of capturing the spirit of the…

Nope, you're not alone. Of course, probably the only reason I was able to enjoy the movie was because I hadn't read the comic, so I had no basis for comparison... or derision.

Okay, folks, I am old enough to have swooned over New Kids on the Block as a 7th grader, way the hell back in 1989 (godDAMN am I old), and who I can admit were nowhere near as adorable as these boys, yet watching this video made me chuckle and feel an echo of the palpitations I experienced over NKOTB all those many…

Hadn't really paid much attention to these boys before now (though I had seen a few tidbits about their fugly tattoos courtesy TMZ), but upon seeing Zayn in this article... hoo boy! Now there's a face to inspire all sorts of warm and tingly feelings. I feel like such a dirty, cradle-robbing perv for even thinking…

I utterly adore you for using this! Pushing Daisies is so under-appreciated, even in gif form.

I think, had Shakespeare been faced with the wombat belly in this video, he too would've written 'blorpitude'. So, yes, by Shakespeare, blorpitude is a word! Embrace it, love it, live it. LOL

That was my first thought as well—I have the most enormous lady boner for Idris—but I don't think Downton Abbey could contain his magnetism and raw power. He would literally make his suits burst at the seams (which is okay by me, but PBS might have a problem with it).

Okay, people, this is of the utmost importance: I demand a wombat of my own, so that I may scratch and squee over the blorpitude that is a wombat belly!

Yes, you defended yourself and clarified your position, while also accusing me of writing disingenuous, hypocritical bullshit. I'm not angry, I wasn't being acidic or pedantic, thankyouverymuch, and I hold no ire. As I said, I simply boiled down our disagreement to one issues, the dress, which is all I was focused…

I've started writing this reply several different times, coming at it from numerous angles, when I realized that no matter what I say, it will only serve to reinforce whatever you've judged me to be, whether that's knee-jerk, scolding, judgmental, critical, a hater, an idiot, a bitch, and only on that last one would…