When Thom Yorke’s famously tortured croon first surfaces, the whole room starts giggling. Giggling. For the first few songs, the kids hardly move, scarcely even changing facial expressions. One girl plants her head on her desk face-first. The “hold your head in your hands and look completely confused” look is extremely popular. This is hysterical.…

Roy communicates! Sources say Roy gained enough strength to whisper, “Fuck you, stee.” He then passed out, middle finger still aloft.

Okay, so I finally joined the cool kids. (Are we still cool, or are we just “trendy” now? Either way, I guess we’re helping) I sent the following to the Chula Vista Public Library in San Diego (well, in Chula Vista, which is near San Diego): A Circle of Cats, Barnyard Dance (A Boynton Book),…

New Gilmore Girls recap is up.

New Entry. Why I skipped my ten-year high school reunion.

The BlaineWatch photos are finally up. Thanks, Couch Baron.

I already know I’m not going to get done everything I shoud complete today. I am so behind in sending out gifts, on answering email, of working on that art project for the SF Library, on cleaning the house, on getting myself organized, on writing letters, on reading, on finishing work my agents are waiting…

Last night I stayed up very late telling Dan what he looked like on VH-1. If you need a second opinion, Dan, Montykins has one. Pam: Dan. I have three comments. Dan: Go. Pam: First. You and Joel Stein are wearing the same outfit. It’s very confusing. Dan: Shut up. Pam: You’re cuter. Way cuter.…

I learned today that when you say, “Did you hear about Roy?” you have to then follow it with, “As in Siegfried and…?”

Aw, man. I used to have such a different opinion about him.