My sister was super obsessed with Titanic and saw it in the theater at least a dozen times. I think she was around 12. My dad was a real trooper and went with her at least half of those times. I went with on her 10th or 11th time and my dad had clearly had enough. He couldn't keep it together and was making silly…

For someone who was so good at constantly reinventing herself, she has done a shitty job as reinventing herself as a mature woman.

I'll have you KNOW, REBECCA, that I'm watching ST:NG reruns and both my cats are healthy as little tiny ever shedding horses.

And now I've ruined a singer's career, lost a record company millions, and cost this little boy his precious time.

:,(

We haven't gotten to know them as much as Westeros' more famous dysfunctional houses, but I bet if we did, the Boltons could really make the Lannisters and Targaryens work for the title. Daddy issues, intimacy issues, and a pretty horrifying family pastime.

Never heard of the hogfather...?

That is a cat butt. You will never be able to convince me the artist did not draw their cat's butt right there

With all those pigs, the Hogfather has to be in on this.

The Black family was pretty messed up. Any family tree that disowns many of its branches while retaining a murderous psychopath has serious issues.

My closet says the trend is "fur". As in, "covered in cat fur".

But where else will lines like this get any use?

Look in my closet- apparently the trends are grey, olive green, and black. And scarves. And lots of fleece jackets with kleenexes in the pockets.

Needs more Yakety Sax.

The above still is...awesome

I guess it was technically a TV movie, but it doesn't get more "bone-chilling" than Death pretending to be Santa The Hogfather.

The other Jack Frost movie from the late '90s is just as creepy, if not more so.

I mean, why not?

There are a lot of ways to make it, by husband's Nan made it with oil, garlic, broccoli, cauliflower, white beans, and anchovies. Any time I describe it to anyone, they look horrified, but if I were on death row requesting my last meal, this might be it.

Who else is soloing Christmas and perfectly happy with it? I've cuted up my place to be Apartment Therapy worthy and now I'm ordering a pizza. The worst thing going on right now is that cleaning my couch means my place smells like chemicals until it dries and I have to put on pants to get my pizza, but that's it.