I Got Cheek-Kissed By an Italian!

All my favorite books read well aloud. I like sentences that find their own distinctive rhythms, while maintaining the cadence of the stories in which they are written. I despise long blocks of back-and-forth dialogue with no references as to who is speaking. I actually like adverbs. Most of the time. I appreciate writing that…

Q: When is Sunday night like Saturday night? A: When Riley says she’ll try to get something done Saturday night. Get it? It’s a procrastination joke. So, first off, I made French toast for dinner. Two pieces of challah, loads of syrup. Nothing redeeming about it. Other than the fact that it was delicious. And…

It’s not so much a Christmas special as a holiday episode, but of all the holiday-themed television out there this episode still falls high on my list. The reversal of roles is super cool, and the family and forgiveness themes are sweet. And I can’t help it, I loved this show… way back before Shia…

Shawna said she was buying me a Mustang, red or blue with racing seats, and that we were no longer paying any bills we don’t like. I didn’t take the opposing side in either of these debates, because there are definitely a few bills I hold a grudge against and I desperately need a muscle…

Oh, Once Upon a Time, it’s a damn good thing I’m a slave to subtext (and now to Lana Parrilla). Ah well, it’s hardly the first time I’ve watched a show’s entire run for subtext and hotties alone. I won’t grumble about stuff – like Gold as “family” or Henry as the show’s moral authority….