Monthly Archives: August 2011

No Need to Argue with this Ode to My Family as I’m Still Dreaming My Dream.

I’m thinking of switching from the subway to the GO train. I see you over there, rolling your eyes, wondering why on earth you read this site here, seeing as I am quite possibly the boring person on the face of the planet. No really, I am. I started playing…

Walter Cronkite, Eat Your Heart Out

When I was but a wee lass, and I realized that the whole professional ballerina thing wasn’t exactly going to pan out—what with my lack of dancer’s thighs and well, coordination, I became determined that my spirit path was going to lead me to the television. It made sense, really,…

Lloyd Christmas.

Ryan Gosling is not only a hero, what with his shopping-bag wielding, street-fight peacemaking abilities, but he can also do THE LIFT while sporting some lovely abs and can use the schvantz better than any yiddishe zaydie that I know. In other words, he is kind of, sort of perfect,…