Aimee, you should get that dress. Now. And many more just like it.

Jilli, order the CD. Also, maybe recommend music for me? I need to break out of my electronica rut.

Jilli, order the CD. Also, maybe recommend music for me? I need to break out of my electronica rut.

Placebo? [link] I mean, I know they're my default recommendation, but they're good. Plus, pretty lead singer!

HIM is all sorts of silly and fun, in that bombastic rock n' roll, all our songs are about love and death way, and again, pretty pretty boy lead singer. [link]

Exactly. And why was he there on a day pass day after day for two years, when everyone else needed to get a permanent pass. And why was he at a press conference a full month before the publication he wrote for launched.

And why he was able to do this when it took Maureen Dowd -- who, regardless of what you think of her, had been working for a major daily newspaper for quite some time -- months to get her pass renewed in 2001.

I want a Steak Diane. My husband made one for me last night and it was yummy.

My dad took me out for supper last Sunday (after we saw Million Dollar Baby), and he ended up with the Steak Diane special while I had the Sea Bass special. Both were yummy, but I think I liked his steak better than my fish. It was on top of garlic mashed potatoes, too (my favorite).

Monkey controls robot arm with brain: [link]

Robot Monkeys coming soon.

Obviously, my inner 16-year old has control of the iPod right now. Everything I want to listen to is sung by a pretty man in eyeliner, has loud guitars, and is mostly about how the pretty man in eyeliner loves me SO MUCH that he would die for me, or my indifference to his love is tormenting him. If this keeps up, there is a danger of me curling up in a corner and writing bad poetry about vampires and/or how NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!1!

Placebo? [link] I mean, I know they're my default recommendation, but they're good. Plus, pretty lead singer!

I did just buy Without You I'm Nothing, based on your love for them. Well, that and it finally showed up in the used CD store. I'm cheap. I should buy more. And get a copy of the Velvet Goldmine soundtrack.

And get a copy of the Velvet Goldmine soundtrack.

...and ask David to make you some burns of his extensive and rare glam rock collection.

Everything I want to listen to is sung by a pretty man in eyeliner, has loud guitars, and is mostly about how the pretty man in eyeliner loves me SO MUCH that he would die for me, or my indifference to his love is tormenting him.

Mm. Pretty men in eyeliner. I could go for watching a pretty man in eyeliner loving somebody else, and does anybody really need me to say what I mean by that?

...and ask David to make you some burns of his extensive and rare glam rock collection.

Ooh.

I want a Speak And Spell.

Those things always creeped me out. This is the robot voiced toy that spells out words, yes? I did, however, enjoy the See and Say with the little arrow you spin around to the picture and then you pull the string and the happy, nice voice says the name of the thing in the picture.

And although the conversation has moved on, I have to say that Halle Berry's "acting" makes the baby Jesus cry. I have to really think I'll love everything else about the movie to get over her. Also, Eddie Murphy since he started only making crappy family comedies like Daddy Day Care. Such a shame.