I just injured myself lying in an inert lump. I was completely motionless while watching a baseball game. When…WHAMO…I got a cramp in my foot. No seriously, it was a blinding pain, almost as though my foot picked up on the vague suggestion of movement brought on by my breathing. I’m fairly certain the end
I have broken my ass. I don’t mean I danced it off. I don’t mean I’ve been working it off. I don’t mean I’ve busted my butt to accomplish something. No metaphors here. I have broken my ass. And I don’t know how. For the last couple of weeks, I’ve noticed a persistent tailbone ache.
http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSN2319603620080423?feedType=RSS&feedName=oddlyEnoughNews&rpc=22&sp=true “Penis theft panic hits city…” I swear to you, this is a real headline. It’s from a Reuters article, so I don’t think it’s a hoax, either. Obviously, this is a very serious news story…very serious… stop laughing…I’m not laughing. Those tears streaming down my face and the shaking are all elements of fear
I’m a prude. Rather than pretend otherwise, I’m just going to embrace my more brilliant, uptight qualities. I still blush. I’ll still exclaim “Oh, my” when I see things like the full frontal shots in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” (although, Jason, you are a brave man with nothing to be ashamed of—well done.) Having said all
For those of you who did not see The Office last night, this quote will make no sense. But I think it pretty much sums up my thoughts on being single, as well: “I like it. I like starting each day with a sense of possibility. I’m optimistic, because every day I get a little
Please enjoy the following excerpt of a conversation I had with my male friend, O, about bidding on a charity auction to have dinner with David Duchovny and Nick Lea (it’s loosely reconstructed, but you’ll get the idea). O: “$4,000 for dinner? “ K: “Yes. But it’s for charity.” O: “$4,000 for dinner??????” K: “Yes.”
Arguably, my most successful relationship, certainly in the last few years, has been with television programming. My TV shows and I are very close. I’ve been through the ups and the downs: plane crashes, mysterious islands, surprise pregnancies for a barren mother, abductions, demon possessions, vampires and amnesia—and those were just my own personal issues
Has anyone else seen the new Autotrader.com commercial? The commercial takes place in a bar. A lovely woman goes up to a guy and introduces herself. The guy immediately asks her how old she is. She replies, uncomfortably, that she is 37. And that’s the end of the conversation. He tells her that he’s looking
The Email Back before my life took an unexpected George Clooney turn, I committed the text message sin. We had the big, dramatic goodbye scene at the reunion, and for reasons I cannot fathom, I decided to add a “to be continued” to it. Seduced by the informality of the medium, I sent birthday greetings
I thought this was cute. How adorable is John in this? Also, I’m scanning for me and for Chloe because the cameras are pointed right at the door. P.S. You’ll have to manually remove the mute on the player. http://content.nowlive.com/vidget/leatherhead/vidget.swf?channelid=83257