She gets really excited about it! You can kind of see her evolve over time to realize that her job is effed up, but in the beginning she's very chirpy about picking tributes.

It's never really stated... just some references that the water and the atmosphere got screwed up, and now we have Panem.

Me too. If two actors are blond, then by god they're the same person. I can't tell Finnick and Peeta apart, even.

This is unrelated to sparkly princess things. But your job is one I am very, very interested in. (Grew up in Missouri; was totally stunned that Northeasterners don't have stacks of canned food and water in their basements!) Anyway. How would a person go about training for it?

I will split the mix mags with you, and pick out all of the chocolate candy corn. It's hard to find by itself!

You're in luck!

This is true. I taught health and human sexuality to college students for a while. Some knew everything, but I was disturbed by the number of women (women!) who had no idea that they ovulate. Or why they had periods.

Humans don't make rational decisions. They make decisions, then they rationalize them.

It's terrible advice, anyway. The first thing a vocal teacher will tell you is to *not* project your voice into your mouth. It takes more work to be heard that way, and it ruins your voice.

Nah. My youngest brother hung around nameless until the hospital told my parents that they *had* to put something down on the certificate. They finally took my gentle suggestion and named him after a classmate I had a crush on at the time.

Ugh, my little brother is Chris. I don't think I could bang a Chris. I do have three Roberts and three Jasons, though.

Maybe that's why I have to spell it for everyone. For being such a popular name, I have no idea why nobody knows how to spell it.

Ugh. I don't get Section 8 but I live in an apartment building where most people do. And it is one of the nicest places I have lived so far (now that I'm out of student housing, yay!) Turns out you can be poor and still be a nice person with nice kids! Totes cray.

I let my apartment get into the mid-80s in the summer, and power still ran me $180/month. In Maryland. (screw you, BGE)

Faidley's, kids. Because it's not a real crab cake if you don't have to push past drug dealers to get into the restaurant.

She loved you that much, but you clearly didn't show her the same respect. Throwing a fit until your wife capitulates to your demands isn't love.

I'm really enjoying my Unemployed Boyfriend. He just got his MS and is applying to All The Jobs, but also cooks and does most of the cleaning. (And writes things that get published!) I don't want to share the cooking and cleaning! If he felt better about himself, this would be perfect. =/

I'm really enjoying my Unemployed Boyfriend. He just got his MS and is applying to All The Jobs, but also cooks and does most of the cleaning. (And writes things that get published!) I don't want to share the cooking and cleaning! If he felt better about himself, this would be perfect. =/

I'm really enjoying my Unemployed Boyfriend. He just got his MS and is applying to All The Jobs, but also cooks and does most of the cleaning. (And writes things that get published!) I don't want to share the cooking and cleaning! If he felt better about himself, this would be perfect. =/

Yeah. There's a big difference between "I am a creative brilliant person who is just under-appreciated! I will be the next George RR Martin on my first try!" and "I write like crazy, have gotten short stories published, and have an outline for a novel."