Jake.

If this doesn't get to you, I don't know what to say, except that you might actually be a robot.

A beautiful thing.

I don't know who they are, but whoever drew this should be my friend.

Found it here.

You know you're in LA when....

...you're in a car on your way to Groundling's class, sitting at a red light outside Pink's Hot Dog stand. You notice a news crew doing an interview of a man in a suit holding a hot dog. Then a Hasidic Jew wearing rollerblades glides by.

I love LA.

Dear Twilight....

Dear Twilight/New Moon,

I'm not getting everyone's fascination with you. Enough already.

Regards,
Jen

Something I might have said in the last hour....

"Last night was living proof that God just might be a Dodgers fan." Because God really has the time (or the care) to have partiality in terms of baseball.

BUT SERIOUSLY, DID YOU SEE THIS???

I love these boys. LOVE. THEM.

This Just In....

Everyone, stop what you're doing. I just heard that Britney Spears bought a parakeet.

Yeah, I don't care either. I just figured since I had to read it (and can't get that 8 seconds of my life back), that I would inflict it on everyone else.

Go on with your lives now. And, you're welcome.

When it comes to scary, I'm a weenie.

The Wizard of Oz was has been re-mastered and re-released for the movie's 70th anniversary. It's one of my favorite childhood movies of all time. I have it memorized frontwards and backwards. So when the movie was showing on TBS Sunday night, OF COURSE I had to watch it. And while I was watching, I was reminded of this: The Wicked Witch of the West is one SCARY bitch. That green face and draping black robe typical of that character has been repeated in Halloween costumes over and over, but Margaret Hamilton's portrayal of the witch disturbed the crap out of me as a kid. And it still does. It's that face. Those eyes. Oh, those EYES. In some scenes, I still have to look away. At 31 years old.

I just got the shivers.

I'm not good with scary/horror movies. I'm a chicken, and I steer clear of them. So obviously, the villains in these types of movies scare the bejesus out of me. And the Wizard of Oz is not classified as a scary movie, but the Wicked Witch of the West puts all villains to shame. Freddy Kruger? Nah. Jason? Nope. That creepy kid from Children of the Corn? Meh.

Let it be known that the last thing I'm doing to this post is adding the picture above. I literally can't look at her while I type. When it comes to scary, I can only handle things that are scary/funny, like this:
Yes, Oompa Loompas are scary. Short, orange people are creepy, and should never be trusted. Which is also why you should keep your kids and midgets away from cheap self-tanner, but that's a rant for another day.