I like the four-gendered Andorians and the sexual fluidity of the Deltans that's been explored in the Star Trek novels.

I'd prefer ds9. It always felt warmer and more homey to me. Also, you get to pal around with a bunch of awesome klingons. Also morn.

Right now, nothing will beat Samurai Jack to cheer me up. Specifically the first Scotsman episode. Just thinking about that redneck gibbering bounty hunter/sheriff pig cracks me up.

She didn't want to take everyone back to the minivan to do the diaper change.

He is just stupid beautiful. I watched Skins and felt like a dirty old lady at 29.

Two words: Easy access.

I live in one of the southern states and I know the difference between its and it's.

So, I admittedly have no desire to read (or see) Fifty Shades. From what I have heard, it is extremely poorly written, and is a shallow and misguided interpretation of the BDSM community, among countless other critiques. I am not really into erotica anyway, my reality and my imagination give me plenty (often too much)…

Paul Rudd. P a u l R u d d. Remember that itch in the back of your neck when you heard that Seth Rogen was going to be the Green Hornet? Well that itch for Rudd should be a nasty rash that spreads from the neck to all over your body.

HAIL HYDRA!

Because one day those children will grow up and be your doctor or the nice kindly person who brings you Meals on Wheels because you don't have a family to take care of you in your old age.

...save yourself the disappointment and stick with the classics.

I love you. I really, really, do. I just wish I didn't feel like a failure to my mother every time I read one of your posts. Right now, there is a pile of sweaters in the laundry room that I know were used as a litter box earlier this week. Yet, have I done anything about it? No. Why not? Because I am a lazy, lazy,…

A decent, good list. I'd also say that a pencil (or crayons, markers, whatever) and paper should be on the list. For one partic'lar example of what to do with 'em: