So is this my Sally Field moment? Does this mean you like me?!?!

In a good way?

I clicked on the first blue question mark, and something quite cheesy popped up. (Get it?) Didn't appear otherwise, though. Kinja'd!

Anyone else think this is a better Wes Anderson short film than the "Prada" one released last week—you know, that Wes Anderson actually made?

You did that?

(The mouse is a lot like Axl . . . .)

Promise?

You're good at cartoons and cheese?

Will you share?

Fucking Roger Goodell is RUINING this game!

Four.

Or Led Zeppelin.

Or polyester blend.

(How do I give an over/under on what seems like a yes or no question?)

True story:

I dated Axl for a short, torrid month in the late 1980s. It was wild and fun and dangerous and stupid . . . and this is what he wrote to me when we broke up:

Dear Sparkle,

Not chlamydia?

Strange.

Snap Poll!

Tucker Max vs. Rebecca Martinson — fight to the death

Who ya got?

What on Earth (get it?) do you mean??!??!?

Willow and Jaden Smith seem like such shy and retiring kids.

But boy are they overflowing with talent and introspective charm!

I only wish someone in the "Industry" were looking out for them. I fear that they'll soon disappear — like so many talented but un-connected young stars.

Young conservatives....

That's a good argument, to be sure.

But it'd be a lot easier to make if Florida State was in the SEC, donchathink?

Was Lorenzo Garcia at your wedding?

Stuart Varney suggested that the "female brain" was responsible for the glass ceiling?!?!

That's incredible! And almost progress!

I mean, all this time I figured he didn't think women had brains at all . . .

Didn't involve enough college football?

I bet he still doesn't know.