there will always be hahtbreak

Say it ain't so, Theo. I'm going to miss you. Of course, you could come to Philadelphia and help out my favorite National League team...

"i just think things should work properly."

And yet again, the Soxaholix read my mind. I probably would buy redesigned shoelaces from that Dyson guy.

Man, oh man, do I love our Dyson Animal vacuum.

come to the cabaret!

I had two different men tell me I look like Liza Minnelli this weekend. Yes, I was in a gay bar. I am hoping that they meant Studio-54-era Liza (although is that even that good?) and not David-Gest-freakshow-era Liza. But still: compliment? Insult? The jury is out...

Maybe I just need a new hairdo.

while the sinners sin, the children play

The use of "Tea for the Tillerman" as the end credits music to Extras has put me on a Cat Stevens kick. I'm really enjoying the show, even though it falls into that "frustration comedy" genre that I tend to despise (see my hatred of Arrested Development and Seinfeld). Maybe it's the celebrities acting like idiots that counterbalances that. Because everyone's asking, "When's Winslet going to win an Oscar?"

What's up with the cable comedies and quirky music? That damn "Little Boxes" song from Weeds has been stuck in my head for weeks as well. This is another show that I wasn't sure I was going to like, but it has confirmed my girlcrush on Mary Louise Parker.

that's smurfed up!

I'm all for anti-war efforts as much as the next gal, but this firebombed Smurf village ad for UNICEF is a little effed up. Peyo's family approved the ad. My favorite quote from the article:

"We wanted something that was real war - Smurfs losing arms, or a Smurf losing a head -but they said no."

My inner child wails.

hypochrondriacal effects of the mass media

I need to stop reading about the all-but-certain bird flu pandemic because I am now convinced that every little sniffle and stuffy nose is a symptom of my imminent demise. I may get a flu shot for the first time ever this season, although with my luck, it will not protect me against the supervirus I will contract by inadvertently sitting next to someone on the subway who has just returned from Romania or Turkey. Is this the sickness they're always going on about on Lost?

insomnia begins

And here we go again. Here comes my month of staying up late and screaming my head off. I will not, however, be drinking as much as I did last year. That doesn't help anybody. Papi for MVP!