Naughty nose spray
Finally, an upside to nose spray addiction. (Via Fark)
Mild, but negligible, spoilers ahead. Man, the theater was a bubbly brew of teenage hormones last night. We got there a reasonable 15 minutes early, and were stuck in the fourth row near the wall because it was packed out. The cool thing about the superfan crowd, though, is that even if every single seat is filled (and I think they were), no one is going to talk during the movie, and no one’s cell…
Shit. From the CA: The Commercial Appeal joins a growing list of publications either laying off employees or offering buyouts. The CA Thursday announced it would offer buyouts to about 170 employees in order to reduce staff by mid-January. Employees who are at least 50 years old and have 15 years of service are eligible. The newspaper employs 774. … The reasons are myriad but start with operating costs, which for newspapers include eight hikes…
For whatever reason, I thought Harry Potter didn’t open until next weekend. Well, I’m dumb, and to punish myself, I pre-ordered two tickets to tonight’s midnight premiere, and will be dragging Phil along with me despite the fact that he has to be at work at 7 a.m. and it’s nearly three hours long. I’m so freaking excited that it doesn’t really bother me that I won’t be seeing it on the Paradiso’s giant Grand…
Anytime anyone on this 300-person staff* wins an award, we celebrate with free food. Right now, I’m having a barbecue sandwich and a can of iced tea. For breakfast. *Not-so-educated guess
America’s ambassador of drunken, droopy fun I know, she’s probably too easy a target, but it’s 3 a.m., I have to be at work at noon, I’m freezing, I’m not sleepy, I’m reading Wonkette, I see this item about Chelsea Clinton and Tara Reid, I start thinking about National Lampoon’s Van Wilder and how she wears the same blank vaguely human expression throughout the entire movie and how much that pisses me off, I google…
Ah, you gotta love that schizophrenic Tennessee weather. It seemed sort of constipated all month, teeming with foreboding and excess moisture. And suddenly yesterday, in a burst of relief and pain, the sky coughed up and spit out tornadoes and hail and rain and wind, and when it was all over, the sky turned a sick tangerine orange and I was sure I would turn around at my desk and see through the plate glass…
Okay, I’ll make this quick since I’ve got a mint julep mask hardening on my face, impeding my ability to take myself seriously. I actually like the new Madonna single, “Hung Up.” This is new for me. I generally think Madonna is pretty lame. The last time I thought otherwise was when I pranced around in a tutu in my parents’ basement to “Like a Virgin.” I can do without the stereo-humping, lycra-clad video for…
Ah, the pleasant sound of a cat scratching in the litterbox. Howey (I thought it was spelled “Howie” until I saw a vet receipt) looks so ridiculous when he’s doing his business. He just looks put out and annoyed, with his head embarrassingly sticking out of the box. See for yourself. Last night we saw Zathura, which was actually really cute and funny. There are some space-time continuum conflicts I couldn’t quite wrap my brain…
This opinion piece about the Islamic feminist movement gives me great hope for a religion that has largely been co-opted by fascists. I have to be honest: I have progressively been losing hope in the idea of a peaceful, egalitarian Islam, because the only Islam I ever see or hear about is the kind that veils women, throws rocks at women’s ankles, beheads “infidels,” and wants to stone to death women who give birth outside…
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