I still want every other movie Adam Scott ever makes to be one where he falls in love with Lizzy Caplan. The two of them can do other stuff, sure, but I want them to keep making movies & finding new ways of falling in love with each other.

I thought she was the best presenter at the Oscars. She worked the shit out of the crap banter they gave her. Everybody had been really awkward and uncomfortable with the banter, and then she showed up to Werk.

My first reaction: "Like That woman Ever eats cake." I know Target embraces the stupid faux-French pronunciation of their name, and is supposed to be the more fashionable store than Wal-Mart, but this is too dumb.

I haaaaaate these ads on so many levels. So glad Jez noticed, too.

I've decided I want to be quietly eating dinner alone in a restaurant, while Jodie Foster & Robert Downey Jr. are dining at the next table. I would never speak of their conversation. I just want to hear it.

I just decided that if I were in a Fight Club, I'd fight Tom Brady. I'd work out like I was in Mossad, and then I'd fight Tom Brady.

True story: I didn't know Jason Statham was on stage until he spoke. I was too busy trying to figure out what music J.Lo will be using for her free skate later.

Dodai, your stories have the BEST pictures.

FYI: Pants-crapping is only funny until you have to clean up after your infirm grandparents. Then it's just heartbreakingly sad.

Had a dream about some habitat-for-humanity-type thing in a deforested lot off of a fairly new dirt road. I truly believed that I was awake. I truly believed that seeing Stefan/Paul Wesley with a hammer in a forest was indeed something totally normal that would happen in my real life.

Thank you for this! I had completely forgotten that I had those Cabbage Patch Kids sheets! I knew every purple flower and of course had a favorite, though I'm pretty sure that changed at least 3 times. And the butterflies! I feel like two were yellow and one was orange or something, but it didn't match, or I didn't…

When I found out last night that they were missing, I started praying. Apparently, that was around the same time that they were escaping. I like to think I helped. He is very good at his job, and while we're stuck with the sweeping, weepy music underscoring pans of teddybear memorials, he cuts to the chase and reports…

Yup. It's definitely time for a national conversation on mental health, if people can't put football second.

They're probably photocopies from his 7th grade yearbook. ABC News had an article where they complained that he wasn't on Twitter or Facebook or even Myspace, and photographs of him were hard to come by.

Why can't we just call them an "unsub" like on Criminal Minds? It makes sense to keep them as anonymous as possible. I was a bit surprised that the Portland Mall Shooter was given the three-name treatment by the end of the day. Really glad the Newtown Shooter still just has the two names, at least. I just read an…

We finally got tickets to the gun show he'd been working on for three years.

Renaissance theatre has some pretty messed-up bloodshed, too. John Webster, John Ford, and their contemporaries have much in common with Eli Roth and Quentin Tarantino.

I make violent empty threats all the time, saying somebody makes me want to kick them in the head or somesuch. I never want to actually do anything that I say. It's all a part of a fantasy. Just like the kid who talks the raunchiest about sex is the one who hasn't had any, I do not fear the people who speak in violent…

Oh, Mr. Bonneville, you Touched that? I hope he was attacked by a vat of Purell after that.

published in the Anne Rice Era of Vampires. That actually explains quite a bit.