Countdown to Dina Meyer

So, we just booked our Toronto hotel for Friday night’s Laura concert and are seriously considering buying tickets for Connecticut on Sunday. Oh, Laura, you costly goddess of song. Speaking of costly, we spent nearly twenty dollars in tolls on the way to and from Atlantic City. While I know that there will always be…

(a completely biased essay on femslashy goodness by Sensei Riley LaShea) Once upon a time, the cheese stood alone. And the cheese was Xena. In the time before Xena, there existed in the universe relatively dull substances that occasionally joined together in a union somewhat resembling femslash, but the emergence of girl/girl pairings like fire…

It was several years ago that I first fell into unrequited lust with Caitlin Keats. It was this Oil of Olay commercial that first carried her into the Realm of Riley™. Then came this Olay commercial and then this Olay commercial. She’s paying the bills with commercial work, because the powers that be are clearly…

-OR- The One in Which the Subtext Can Be Boiled Down to a Single Twitterism Seeing as I watch Once Upon a Time for two reasons, there is nothing quite as painful in those opening moments than to hear that one of those reasons will be spending the duration of the episode apart, and the…