I made myself feel guilty. So here’s a new entry. It’s more of a letter to an old boyfriend. I’m feeling a little conflicted, as you can see.

Miss “Blogs Suck” has a journal with blog blood and bones. She makes it look so easy. So easy, in fact, that she’s now Employee of the Month. One of my favorite things about Al is how she can get those she loathes to embrace her like family.

Weetabix testifies to the power of The Soap. I wasn’t kidding around. It’s good shit.

Dan, it looks like we dumped Friendster before it grabbed us into its cult clutches. People are finding it impossible to break up with now because they removed the option. [thanks, Jon, for the link]. I’m sorry I’ve been gone. I have a good excuse. I’m pitching a project at the same time I have…

Find out why I had to stay up until three last night. This show sucks. But it’s fun to hate. I watched it and then immediately recapped it. Sometimes it’s best to get the pain over with like ripping off a Band-Aid. I’m blogging on a break from my night job. Ah, it’s like old…

You can buy it here. Do you think they meant to misspell “stupidity”? Also, my friend Laura and I spent a good ten minutes on Saturday debating the “? or “, If you’re quoting a word but you’re using it in a exclamation, and the word doesn’t have an exclamation as in — That sign…

Stephen King will get his Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters this week. Time Magazine thinks it’s time we stop with the book snobbery. Do you divide books as either worthy or trashy? Reading literature and having a damn good time had become quietly but decidedly uncoupled. And yet we think of this state…

I now have a large proportion of librarians out there in pamie.com land. Jessa sent me this link from the Philadelphia Weekly that might get you riled up enough to write letters to the editor. Shh! People Are Trying To Compute!

Something was noticably different as we drove up to my friends’ regular neighborhood bar last night. “Did the bar change owners?” I asked as we pulled into the parking lot. “No,” Hilary said. “Why?” “The sign on the front says ‘Dirty Sanchez‘.” “What?” “That’s what it says.” “Is it a banner?” “No, I think it…