Previously on America’s Next Top Kitty: Shapeless, orange kitty Bumble and his fierce gray counterpart Tove made it to the competition’s final two. Throughout the competition, they have grown up and grown out, from adorable kittens… …to no-less-adorable, slightly older kittens. With bizarrely long tentacle legs that defy the basic tenets of evolution. Dude. Two…

Eric is posting again! He seems nice.

A friend of pamie.com and very good friend of mine forwarded along her brother’s extremely worthy venture: My tree-hugging, environmentalist brother is canoeing the entire length of the Mississippi River this summer for a very good cause. He is keeping a blog of this amazing adventure, updating it as regularly as he can. Aaron and…

1) Have you ever barely stopped yourself from vomiting while busily in the process of cleaning someone else’s kitchen? 2) I’ve never run out of gas before, and my mother promised me that if I ever did she wouldn’t come and pick me up. 3) Monster-in-Law: what’s the most number of times YOU’VE ever watched…

It wasn’t the world’s easiest month in history, but at the end of it I get to look out my balcony window and realize I live here:

Presented in the exact order they entered my head: 1) So, Eric and I were talking the other night about our mutual love of making lists. 2) There was a bar down the block from my Bensonhurst apartment that Mapquest said was 0.00 miles away from where I lived, and that bar was called “The…

I am not here to lie to you nice people: there are few things better than going to lunch and a movie with one of your favorite friends in the middle of the afternoon on a perfectly sunny Wednesday afternoon in Los Angeles. Ask me how I know this, and I shall regale you with…

Dan: You know what rules? Dan’s coworker Sean: What? Dan: Cake. Sean: It does. Did you see what they put on the cake? Dan: What? Sean: Cookies. Dan: That’s overkill. Sean: Don’t you think? While you’re at it, why not just add some bacon? Dan: Oh, my god. You know what they would call that?…

Today in game show host death news. Boy, did it take me forever one day last week to convince the people I work with that this was an actual television show. Or that the point of said game show was for its contestants to deal with the myriad perils of these. Well, now they know.…

You never think you’re going to find yourself in a town called “Valencia.” You also never expect that the word “Valencia” is going to inspire an immediate, Pavlovian-level response of, “Oh, you mean, like, oranges?” from a good 90% of the people you tell you are going there. Valencia = oranges? I mean, I guess…