Prince Chanandler Bong

So...Prince William is totally doing Chandler's Struggling to Smile Naturally smile here, right?

I mean...right?

[photos: http://www.whosdatedwho.com/tpx_8648740/us-weekly-magazine-united-states-26-december, 2011/http://christysscl.blogspot.com/2010/06/chandlers-smile.html]

Possible Reasons Kim Calls Mauricio, "Maurice"

- It's an affectionate nickname and/or inside joke that goes back years and years.

- It's a passive-aggressive jab.

- Alcohol induced fugue state.

are there any other possibilities?

[photo: http://www.criterion.com/films/1516-maurice]

You look so good with blond hair and black roots it's like not even funny

I've thought that Dana Wilkey

looks a bit like Mira Sorvino

for quite some time, but I've kept it to myself because I realized that probably no one gives a shit.

However,

if she's going to just go ahead and go full Romy White with her hair style I cannot, and will not, not compulsively point it out.

Adrienne

Sometimes I seriously enjoy Adrienne Maloof. She's level-headed and levity (soaping up that chicken was a-maz-ing).

But, sometimes, she reminds me of my very rich, very terrifying, paternal grandmother who would give you a little faint smile, a little squinting judgment, and a whole lot of unamused.

In favor of being in favor of Community

Loved this essay defending Community as a response to this essay on The Tangential today.  While I don't agree with Becky Lang's negative take on Community (at all!), I really appreciate that her blog hosted such a thoughtful point/counterpoint about it.

My take on Community: It is sheer bliss.

I loved the last episode, "Remedial Chaos Theory," so much that I wanted to write a blog post that consisted entirely of "wow, that was brilliant," but I talked myself out of it on the basis that just deeming things brilliant isn't "content." But, seriously, the construction of that episode? Crazy genius. And Brita's "me so hungee" dance stole my heart forever.

fact

By Ted Mosby's standards of evaluating people I am a cool girl because I like Annie Hall.

I wonder where the phase I went through about ten years ago of watching Annie Hall every night, falling asleep to it, and waking up to find it still playing because my miniature TV/VCR combo kept restarting it fits into all of this. I'd imagine favorably. Quite favorably.

almost buried alive under a pile of blogs

I was just weeding through my Google Reader subscriptions, trying to thin them out a little. I might be a blog hoarder. (I have to save them all in case I need them one day!).

When I got to eat.sleep.wear. I thought I might throw it in the toss pile. I have a lot of lithe, young hipsters on my roster already. But then I opened it and the first post that came up was named "Hat-urday." Awww. And she was smiling this warm, friendly smile and I just had to keep her. (apologies for making her sound like a puppy.)

Then Wil glanced over and asked why she's dressed like Bob Forrest from Celebrity Rehab. I don't know why, Wil,

I don't know why.
p.s. I really like Bob Forrest. He said something on the show once, I think to Amy Fisher, about how if you don't want people to think you're crazy, prove to them you're not. Change their opinion with your consistent behavior. That's some solid advice.

[photos: eatsleepwear and backseatcuddler]