The business of me. Debating my future.

Don’t fret, Dan. I got a show cancelled too.

In case you’re as obsessed with Arsoa soap as I am (at a facial last month, the skin woman told me that whatever I was using was perfect and to not change it (Arsoa in the morning; Dr. Hauschka at night), I’ve been contacted by a company who lets you buy the soap through Paypal.…

I’m not a “cow person,” but that doesn’t mean you can’t be. Behold, the latest in my inbox: Hi Pamie! I have a serious and shallow problem. I have thought about it and thought about it and I have concluded that you are the only one who can help me. I am getting married in…

“Love Actually: Despite a title that sounds like it came out of Hugh Grant’s trachea…” Omar is so funny.

What’s fantastic isn’t that David Blaine’s about to leap from a helicopter, it’s that I learned we have the same birthday! No wonder that little Aries keeps working his way into my heart. [link via Jermel here in our very own new comments feature]

APE MISBEHAVIN’ — Officer Tarzan helps track down a Canadian woman-beater from “the internet,” while Jane wishes she didn’t love her monkey friend so much. Clayton and Xena flirt like siblings do, and the rest of us have to wait a full fifty-four minutes for any Tarzan flesh. So not fair.

Look who jumped on the bandwagon. Maybe this means I’m one day closer to a redesign from sweet AB.

Dammit, Dave! I’m late for a meeting now because you wrote such nice things about me. I totally remember your cut finger, and I’m sorry I didn’t go into Nurse Abby mode for you. And it’s not the Clooney/Batman that I remember most, it’s you calling Andre Braugher “Andre Bra-ha-ha-ha-ha.” Always. Dave kept me sane…

The not-cancelled-soon-enough Coupling was so bad it made me want to weep. At least Jeff Zucker’s man enough to admit the show was assy.