Don’t cancel the events. Just, nobody show up. Not a soul. There is no hell for a writer like the mortification of staring out at a sea of empty chairs, save for the bookstore employee who felt bad for you and took a seat one minute after the event’s official start time.

Oh hi, person who must have graduated with me...

Oh I’m stealing this. Perfect.

This makes so much more sense. I’ve been trying to puzzle this out for a good 10 minutes, and all I can muster is Steve Martin and his Cup O Pizza.

They’re heels that can talk smack and hold their own in a schoolyard fight.

OH NO you all have solved the mystery and now I can’t unsee that thing.

And that animation is the best medium.

All my stars.

This actually sucks. This was one of the first stores where I could find cute, well-fitting, vintage-leaning dresses in a size above 12. They were also affordable and easily accessible (as opposed to, say, Unique Vintage or ModCloth), and there was more than once that I ran in there to get an emergency dress when…

Not to mention that Damon got a lot of (earned) flack for being a total shit on Project Greenlight, as well as his awful #MeToo comments. I can totally picture him being hurt about how “both sides” are mean and he doesn’t want to be here anymore.

I mean it shouldn’t have mattered that much, but on a week where I’m the only person in this office and trying to stay awake, it was a jarring personal crisis.

I found a color wheel at an antique store around Halloween this year and it’s one of my most treasured things now! I’ve wanted one since I saw one in The Nightmare Before Christmas when I was a kid. It’s huge and gets hot as a stove when I turn it on and I’m fairly certain it will kill us all in a great fire of…

LED lights are cold and glaring. We have a stockpile of incandescents and eat the electric bill because we want that glow.

The vintage of decorations. I won’t put anything up that was post-1970s, with my sweet spot in the 40s and 50s. I’ve spent years collecting old Putz houses, made-in-Japan figurines, Shiny Brite/Jewelbirte boxes and ornaments, and the like and anything manufactured now looks completely bizarre folded into these…

Looks like 3rd-runner-up cosplay at Phoenix ComiCon. 

I prefer to get my “tacky” (I prefer “whimsical”) Christmas shoes from Irregular Choice, which Katy Perry’s collection seems to be shamelessly (and badly) knocking off.

A few years ago, my husband and I were living in Tucson due to his job transfer. We were both native Pacific Northwesterners and met when I moved to Portland for college, and got married, established our careers, and bought our home in Oregon. I didn’t adjust well to Arizona, and after a year and a half, I contacted a…

Awww! What a perfect real estate ghost’s name. The angel with a heart the size of a barn.

All. The. Stars.

Geoffrey Zakarian from Food Network. He’s such a condescending asshole on Chopped who will nitpick the faintest culinary slight in a plate someone finessed out of 30 minutes and some dental floss, but then he two-face flips into this idiot who applauds hollowed-out King’s Hawaiian rolls hollowed out into ranch…