Wow, that's exactly what I said to my boyfriend after seeing that video. I'm terrified of flying and always have nightmares about crashes, and they always look like this: dropping out of the sky very close to me.

I don't think of myself as a lion. You might as well though, I have a mighty roar.

It really was.

I was trying to find the perfect comment to reply to just to wedge in that I was there for that last show, and my opinion that it was the perfect end to the 'mats, and yours fit the bill.

Saw their break-up live in Grant Park. It was a bizarre, gloriously slow disintegration of band members quarreling, leaving the stage, and having stage hands step up to play the instruments.

The net is filled with people who do witty 'shops. He's not even particularly good. The lighting doesn't match, the photos seem to have different resolutions, and his edges are a dead-giveaway of 'shopped work. I see absolutely nothing in these that sets him apart from a million other amateurs with a little bit of…

Oh wow, how does it end?

*shrugs indifferently* We Gen Xers can stick together, sure. Maybe we can hang after I get off from my job at the second hand shop, but I'm supposed to meet with Jen at Earwax tonight to work on our Belly-inspired grrl band. Whatever. *insert reference to plaid flannel shirt*

I melt. Men who love cats are make me swoon.

Too soon.

Yeah, her Oscar nom from 2011 was so last year…

Yeah, her Oscar nom from 2011 was so last year…