I may have been a touch tipsy when I first read about this last night. I may not have always liked what Hitchens had to say, but I did respect the beauty of his writing and his nearly unparalleled ability to get his point across. I'll miss him in my monthly Vanity Fair.

I just double checked the rules in the hopes that maybe The Muppets didn't release in time, but they did. The eligibility cut off doesn't even happen until December 31.

I have such a backlog of great books to give my reader nephew as he grows up. He's 7, so it's been Shel Silverstein for the past few years.

I feel like this is probably Breaking Bad's schedule working against them again. They'll probably be all over nomination (and win) lists next year. Also, 10 points for your gif.

Gosling, JGL, Idris Elba, Cloons, Bill Nighy, Thomas Jane (don't judge) AND Fassbender all at one awards show together? I shall swoon.

Ah, yes, the nosy relatives. Last year one of my aunts presented me with a glass duck that said something about finding your mate on the card, which her husband then made me, and my mom, read. I thought I'd get away this year as there are not 1, but 2 pregnant ladies in my family. No such luck. One of my uncles was…

Angry letters to my local representative were for naught. I has a sad.

If he had him over his shoulder, it would easily be a shot in the lower back.

I also wondered what the process of lifing someone off of a platform would be like.

I have a friend from high school who is an organic farmer/environmental writer. She interviewed him for a freelance project and pretty much fell in love with him on the spot. Too bad she's already married to her organic farmer/personal trainer husband. What? No! I'm not jealous of her life.

I would question the casting of Sean Penn in a romcom, I find him creepy on several levels, but that's my personal opinion and probably not that of the site's readership as a whole.

It was my birthday on Sunday. Mama's gettin' herself a gift.

I also grew up with a non-Asian girl whose dad is named Kim. And, fun fact, one of the few "celebrities" who shares my actual name (Lacey, or rather Lacy) is this man, Lacy Van Zant father to Lynryd Skynryd's own Ronnie & Johnny.

Hearted. My love for this movie knows no bounds.

I work with a man named Stacey, I'll guess he was born in the 70s.

His help hurts! It hurts, I tells ya!

It totally counts. And I'm going to substitute "laying in bed together watching Criminal Minds" for the whole Dr. Phil thing.

These two jerks like to lay on the mat as soon as I have it on the ground. Pete, the one lying down, the other one's Tommy, also likes to bite my wrist when I'm in plank and otherwise attack my headphone wires. No matter how many times I tell him it's not cool, he just doesn't listen.

I take comfort in the fact that if I were ever to have a baby, and my mom was driving me nuts (she's really not good at seeing me in pain, anyone else, sure but not her baby) getting an epidural would be a sure-fire way to clear her from the room. She can't even stand to see needles on TV, let alone a giant one going…

If I knew then what I know now, I would have gone to a trade school. I'm kind of stuck where I am right now because getting a well-paying writing job would be all but impossible where I'd like to live. I like to work with my hands and have what my dad calls a mechanical mind. You can ply a usable trade almost…