NOM. Sounds delicious, Ubertrout! (I'm veg, though, so veggie sausage for moi.)

Right?! Other than some British shows on PBS, I can't think of any.

Also, I watched Admission the other day. Lily Tomlin just keeps more beautiful—and hotter!

Tequila!

:-)p (*clutching my bottle of muscat*)

Muscato/Muscat blended with ice cream really is fucking sublime. A fabulous waitress at the wonderful King Estate Winery (wiki) outside of Eugene, Oregon, recommended my partner and I pair their muscat with a good vanilla. Ever since, we have been gifting bottles of muscat (or other dessert wines) paired with pints of…

They are! And, ha! That is hilarious. ("I said 'no bassoon'! Woof!") My cat loves to listen to my partner sing and play guitar, but - being a cat and therefore disinclined to kiss my butt - merely puts up with my voice (except for my rendition of "Goodnight Sweetheart"). :D

Well, I'm charmed. That is really lovely. I love seeing the reactions of non-human animals to music. My cat, for example, really loves the acoustic guitar, zithers, various modes of chanting, Baroque opera, and classic jazz. A wounded screech owl that my partner and I rescued and transported to a raptor rescue seemed…

So I just discovered the Meowls meme today. SQUEE.

Here's a slideshow from Vogue of illustrations from Grace Coddington's Catwalk Cats (which is, sadly, OOP - but still available to purchase here).

DOH. Wrong link above! Here's the correct one: Last Caturday of Winter!

ALSO, happy last Caturday of winter!

YES! How could anyone disagree?! It's so obvious!!

I am super into this cat's underbite.

One Finnish insult is "Go ski into a cunt!"

Emma Watson was totally delightful in her bits of the ridiculously funny This Is the End.

I don't know. I just don't know. The highly sexualized, titillating (uh, literally) outfit certainly complicates it - and renders the motives, at least some of them, questionable. But we don't know what her intentions were. Perhaps she was making comment on a (potential) connection between her struggle with bulimia…

AND I JUST CAN'T HATE Tony Goldwyn (who - I just read - happens to be the Samuel Goldwyn's grandson). I couldn't in Ghost . . .