Really. I mean, I understand gross-out candy to a point, but this is just crossing a line.
Shut up, I needed some retail therapy and I have their discount card. I can only stimulate the economy so much without coupons. I like to support my local big-box bookstore whenever I can, because this upstart Amazon is usually cheaper and is really giving the brick-and-mortars a run for their money, let me tell ...
NBC. Eight couples. Restaurant wars. Marco Pierre White, a British chef with ridiculous shoes and terrible, terrible hair. I hear he once made Gordon Ramsey cry, although I don’t know if it was from scathing criticism or a sharp kick in the nuts. I’m watching to see if it’s worthwhile. Are you?
Tiny bowls. Bowls with HATS. Bowls with hats that cost a BAJILLION DOLLARS.* But they’re so fucking cute, they make me want to puke rainbows. I want to have them all on my kitchen table, filled with sugar cubes, and I don’t even use sugar cubes. And they would be all, like, “YOU CANNOT RESIST ...
Is there a more relaxing Monday night than sitting splayed on the couch with a camphor-and-menthol covered leg wrapped in plastic wrap and sitting on a heating pad, while you precariously balance a marginally functional 2001 laptop on a copy of Watchmen* on your other leg? I submit that there is not, especially since I ...
I know I’m late. We went to see Watchmen last night, got home late, and I was so traumatized by it that I had to re-read the book to erase the memory of the film from my brain. NOTE TO FILMMAKERS: Simply making a film that looks incredibly visually similar to a comic book does ...