Ever dip a spoon of peanut butter into some chocolate chips? It's amazing.

Oh, who am I kidding? Slashfics. Put those two on a giant block of ice and I am going to think of all sorts of ways they're keeping warm.

I am okay with the way the Southern Vampire Mysteries series ended. However, if Charlaine Harris described Eric the way Skarsgard looks in this pic..... I'd be one of those whackjobs bitching on that poor woman's Facebook page about how she wrote the ending wrong.

I emailed this to friends with the subject "OVARY ALERT!!! OVARY ALERT!!!!" It is as if my personal fanfics have come to life.

It seems like all grandmothers have ideas like this. Hers involves retrofitting an ambulette into a mobile whorehouse for old people: it would have a wheelchair lift, raised beds, a full bar, and medical equipment in case something breaks or someone has a heart attack in the middle of the act.

The match was in Texas, which isn't known for this thing called "common sense." Also, they licensed Margarito back in 2010 after his California license was revoked because he loaded his wraps for the Mosley fight in 2009. I wouldn't call Texas (which doesn't have a state athletic commission, but a "combat sports…

Yay!

I went to Pratt; Queens has the better program. You'll get a more well-rounded education and better connections within the field. Pratt's main selling point was location for those working full-time in Manhattan or commuting along the PATH or A train. And, ugh! Cataloging..... I recall an actual argument breaking out…

May I add the Swiss Colony Yule Log with the chocolate raccoons hanging out at the end?

Hey, fellow archivist! MS in Information and Library Science over here! And I'm also a natural introvert. Small world!Where are you going to school and how far along are you? In all honestly, grad school depressed the ever-loving shit out of me. I literally sat there counting the minutes drip away from my life.

What about writing up your own graphic novel for him? Some paper, a pencil, and a kinky story centered on two stick figures representing the two of you: The Kitchen Kama Sutra: A Chefscapade. Homemade and heartfelt!

No. Have you ever made struffoli? If you didn't injure yourself while putting food into scalding hot oil, it won't taste good.

I still say Deadspin should have put Randy Poffo on the HOF ballot. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, right?

Buurrrrrrrn!

Being a stay-at-home mom has warped my mind and greatly degraded my view of what's "acceptable" and "normal."

Alas, I tried to take a photo but two things happened: 1. My husband yelled "WE ARE NOT THOSE PEOPLE!!!!;" and 2. My older kid tried to get his head in the picture (like, posing next to the potty.....) and I had to abort the mission because eeww.

Crayons or finger paint? My daughter's poo has been many hues of the rainbow due to the stealth inclusion of Crayola's finest into her diet.

Duct tape fixes everything.

If Weir's working for the Russian government then they've been trolling us hard with that anti-gay thing.

Oh, God. Pussy Control. That would be my ANTHEM if I could find a decent copy of it so I could hear the whole thing. I love that song.