Need to kill some time? My new Gilmore Girls recap is up.

Why am I quoted on a Silicon Investor website? And more importantly, why am I always so damn sexy when it happens? [edited to add: and why do they think I’m a guy?]

If loving the new Basement Jaxx CD is wrong, may I never be right.

[thanks, Laura, for the link.] Happy Halloween, everybody.

I just found what’s going to destroy Jessa at Bookslut: Christian Chick Lit. (Ah, I see she’s already posted it.)

This letter just came in: Pam, I completely forgot to tell you. My friend Liz bought and read your book, and loved it of course, and then memorized two different monologues to use for auditions for her college’s theatre program. She did a selection from the Barbie diaries, and a selection from when [edited for…

Because I keep getting concerned letters, I want to tell you that we’re fine here in Los Angeles. Check here for a map. These fires are in the mountains and forests, where there’s dry brush and cabins and very expensive homes. The most we’re having to worry about here is very crappy air. And the…

A letter from Allison: Pam, tell your readers I got on my knees in front of my computer and begged and prayed for them – the most generous people on the Internet – to please help the people of San Diego by giving to the American Red Cross. Looking at the pictures, even after everything…

I read Pat because he reminds me of my freshman year in college, the good parts of my freshman year in college, and all that nervous, swirly energy that filled that year. Checking my mailbox for letters from a boy back home. Staying up way too late in the common room, gossiping about girls we…

I keep forgetting to mention the nastiest thing that’s just down the street from me, scaring me late at night. At my corner 7-Eleven. Sushi. Is there nothing more disturbing than the thought of someone buying a lottery ticket, a container of sushi and a grape Gatorade Ice? Bleagh.