Denver has asked me to respond that he is pro-smooshing.

I've spent the last few days sick at home. This is the face that's been watching me during the day, never leaving my side.

I came here for this.

I don't like Stephen Colbert as much as Stephen Colbert.

Indeed. I will judge the hell out of anyone who asks, "Who's Tom Petty?" Go do some research, children. Learn.

My mother and her mother before her and my grandmother before her were all "mum". I'm "Mum" to my children. Not English, but nor are we phonies. We are, however, Canadian so adjust expectations accordingly.

Kinja. You're killin' me.

Er, this.

Love it. And this one, which I have listened to too many times to allow me any shred of dignity.

CHANGE JOBS! PRIORITIES!

Scratch that. Reverse it.

I mean, if the Pope can't get things accomplished with prayer, what hope does anyone else have?

Nope. But I do look at people who make unsubstantiated claims that then refuse to back them up as someone prone to talking out of their own ass.

I could have saved so much time by taking this approach for my thesis. "I'm making this claim, it's your responsibility to go out and find the research I've done (maybe) to support my claim."

I can't stop snickering.

Alas. You are correct, of course. The celebration and acknowledgement of creativity and whimsy are wrongheaded and we should know better by now. Thank you for pointing out the errors of our ways—and theirs.

If you've spent more than five minutes on Jezebel, you already know that tearing down that which others find charming/adorable/laudable/interesting/fun/cool is kind of a hobby. Wait for it. It will happen in this thread soon enough.

Sexy pilgrim?

This was one of my favourite things about nursing (besides the sheer convenience factor): the little guys were just so delighted by it. I remember nursing my 15-month old, and as I was "assuming the position" (unbuttoning the shirt, getting the comfy chair ready), he was literally dancing from foot to foot until I…