I kind of hate myself for admitting this, but I will be ALL OVER THIS. I absolutely *love* fictional brooding bad boys, probably because I read Wuthering Heights at 13 and thought it was SO ROMANTIC. Plus, Everwood wasn't nearly as schlocky as you'd think. If they go full teen soap, it could even be fun— all…

I've found that if you look at SVU (and to some degree, Original Recipe L&O) as a deeply flawed educational attempt, it gets vastly better. It might be clumsy, it might be misguided, but for some reason they are trying to teach people how to be better citizens.

B.D. Wong is the greatest. I want to have him give me a hug and then listen to all my problems.

To paraphrase 30 Rock: ever since the Renaissance, Italy's been just coasting.

That is the exact trailer I was thinking of— I've seen that whole season, and I *still* get pumped up by watching it.

I have a theory that trailers are 100% better with Seven Devils playing in the background. That includes Bridesmaids.

First, congrats and good luck! Second, sweatpants and snuggle day was diviiiine and exactly what I needed after a huge shebang. Third, the best advice I got before my wedding was: the day before, take a half hour or so and do something with your fiance, just the two of you. Go for a walk, go grab lunch, something. …

The missing groom could have had a headache from ALL THE SEX they had too. Just sayin'.

As a slutty-slut-slut who lived with her husband before she got married: first, fuck you for assuming our wedding wasn't special, and second, the best part about the *day after* our wedding? We got to come home to the place we *both* considered home, put on our sweatpants, watch an episode of Dr. Who, and climb into…

You just let her in. You talked to her. She's standing right there.

See, I'm a sucker for a high neck— it's the 19th century historian in me, I guess.

1) Love the dress.

I wonder if there's a genetic correlation— my dad has high cholesterol/high blood pressure that's managed with medication, despite being in fabulous shape (he's a distance runner). His side of the family has a *terrible* track record with heart disease, and he and his siblings are the first generation in their family…

I'm the same way. Once, I was in the bathroom fixing my hair, and the mr. asked me a question about something— I said "I can't hear you, come in here" and then proceeded to jump a mile high when he walked through the bathroom door. Let's review: I was startled by someone walking through a door I HAD JUST TOLD HIM TO…

To be fair to Ryan Lochte, we call it Goon in my house too, because it's a terrible name for a show.

You know what that means? It means I have a 92% chance of making a fool of myself.

Um, screw Al Roker dancing.

Erin Gloria Ryan, if we ever meet, drinks are on me. Thank you.

...you're gonna get some hop-ons.

Thank you! (to you, and everyone else with suggestions). I had no idea there were so many knitters on Jez!