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Academic Jezzies! Any conference presentation tips/advice/wisdom you'd care to share? I'm delivering a paper for the first time next month and the nerves: they are beginning to set in.

To Justinfinity, and beyond!

Hat Person of the Year is a lovely title, but I'd secretly love it if the Headgear Association named their highest honourees Hatwoman and Hatman.

No worries: the video was sort of buried on MSNBC, wasn't it? I think the heart was flown in from quite a distance, which made it newsworthy — little did they know what they'd be capturing that day... oh dear! So now the question is: a) do they tell her, and b) do they show her the video?!

There were television crews awaiting the chopper that carried the paramedics with the heart to the hospital — the video of them tumbling and scooping the heart back up, Marx Brothers style, went viral.

Agreed. Maybe he'd like to go on ahead, just to get things rolling...

Of all the things you don't want to associate with your perfume, I would have thought the toilet would be right up there. She sounds like a real peach!

Good ear! Next he'll be telling us why he doesn't like cricket.

Madge looks like she was styled by Cruella de Vil.

"I hate my job so I'm afraid of building a smell-association and ruining my favourite perfume forever"

Yes! No. 5 smells really modern to me — I only get a powdery old lady vibe from a coworker who drowns herself in it. I may be biased though: I wear Guerlain's L'Heure Bleue (from 1912!), which my mother says smells like grandmas (but I think it smells like gingerbread and Paris in the rain).

Then: Paddlin' with a wooden paddle.

Well that puts Pepsi's old "Choice of a New Generation" slogan into a whole new light...

I like the little jazz paws at the end. JAZZ PAWS!

Have you ever had too many, and then lightly pressed your tongue to your gums, and they feel all raw and bleedy? Yeah, I don't miss that at all. Best of luck quitting; I hope your boyfriend decides to join you (there's safety in numbers).

The beauty of a big party is that everyone gets mixed together, and in the thick of it, no one really knows who came with who (or who came alone). Your costume sounds really impressive, and I'm sure there'll be no shortage of interesting people who will want to chat with you. Enjoy the party, your Majesty!

He definitely likes you — "except for your terrible taste in music" is the grown-up equivalent of the pulled pigtail. Go for it!

Ninth grade Halloween dance! He was a ref; I was with two friends as Alvin and the Chipmunks (I was Simon; glasses, dressed in blue). I just remember it being really sweet and shy. We dated until Christmas. Oh, for simpler times!

You read warnings like "Do not attempt to iron clothes while still wearing them" and you wonder about the audience they're trying to reach. I think we have our answer.