Skipping and skimming to give a belated thanks for all the birthday wishes, and to share this (apologies if someone already linked to it):

The Somerville Gates.

I love my town.

Socal has two seasons: Mudslide and Shit Is On Fire

But they have the lovely transitions of THE FUCKING GROUND IS SHAKING.

When I lived in LA, I remember standing on the beach in Venice and watching the glow as the Malibu hills were on fire.

ITA THINKS MY HAIR IS OK!!!!

Rio's hair is much, much better than OK. Also she has superior lipstick and cool glasses too.

I have to take Emmett to the doctor this morning. He has Mystery Leg Pain so bad that he can't stand up. It's very worrisome, and now I'm trying to remember if I fed him an undercooked pork chop anytime recently.

I think The Poopatorium Gates are my favorite.

Oh Hec, being the parent is so scary. I hope it's just a muscle cramp that somehow resulted from his virus. All the health, strength, and quick recovery to your boy. May he be so healthy he's bouncing off the walls by supper time.

 It's not her "fault" she's famous; it turns out that despite the fact that she isn't an actress or a singer or a writer or whatever, people enjoy paying attention to her. She's the object of people's attention, therefore she's famous. It's not like fame comes first, then people have to pay attention, you know?

I see what you're saying, but I still don't think the public, as a whole, was clamoring to know more about a vapid hotel heiress. I think she's easy for journalists to cover -- she goes to a lot of parties and awards shows and poses for cameras, and hangs out around famous people, and says and does semi-scandalous things in public, and probably has a very good publicist -- so she gets a lot of press coverage, and it feeds on itself endlessly. I'm sure she has fans (everyone in the public eye has fans somewhere), but I think the number of them is much smaller than her notoriety and omnipresence would suggest.

That said, I agree that "she's famous for being famous" isn't a great reason to hate someone. But it is valid to judge what someone does with their fame, however it's acquired, and the way Paris has handled hers does not impress me.

No, it's definitely me. Because I had chocolate last week, and no one said anything nice about my hair or offered to castrate themselves

ita, I didn't need to fawn, because I was a recipient of the magical cupcake.

If you look in CI, the molasses cookies are awesome. I may make some today.

I want this CI chocolate cupcake recipe. It's hurting me to live without it. Hurting. Don't you people understand?

I have chocolate cupcakes that my friend brought to work for my birthday, yay!

I believe I am supposed to share them, and I admit there are too many for me to eat alone. Er, probably.

Mmm, cupcakes.

Katie-bo-batie, how was your birthday?