Let me try and explain this for you. We have a queen-sized bed. It’s a terrible bed, one we call the Bed of Forks due to the sprung springs that jut into your soft, fleshy parts when you try to sleep. And it’s turned cold here in Los Angeles, which means the cats like to…

The beautiful moments of Thanksgiving. I only wish I had enough card tables and table leaves this year to stretch my family’s Thanksgiving dinner table all the way to hers.

Warning. You will never find me sexy again. If you ever did, anyway. I warned you.

Ted Koppel’s Big Night Out.

You think I went crazy over the Tiny Wooden Hand? Check out this site. Warning: crazy sounds will shoot out of your computer. Many of you have written to ask where you can find a Tiny Wooden Hand to give along with a copy of Why Girls Are Weird as a Christmas present. I got…

Q. What is a “restrictive” appositive? Q. Which is correct, “If I were you . . .” or “If I was you . . .”? Q. When using “Google” as a verb–Googled, Googling, etc.–should it be capitalized? Even if one is not referring necessarily to the use of the official Google Web site, but merely…

Campbell’s Chunky Soup will donate a can of soup just for you clicking on the helmet of your favorite football team. Gross name, good cause. It’s the easiest thing you can do today. [thanks, Jen, for the link]

I just now found the article about Television Without Pity in the Sacramento Bee.

This is the time of year when the trade papers are full of ads asking the guilds to keep their films in mind when voting for upcoming awards. Some of these ads crack me up. My favorite one had always been “For Your Consideration: Best Actress — Vanessa Williams in Shaft.” I still laugh whenever…

Do you know that when I was seven I used to pretend you were my boyfriend? You lived in my house with me, and you slept in my bed. That used to be a sweet little story of mine. Now it makes me feel icky. I want you to know that I do feel partially…