::borrows Liese's foil lined collander hat::

Mmm-hmmm. You come crying to me now that you fear the eating of your brains. But did you listen to me when you could have fended off the conspiracies to begin with? No, you did not. I'll let you borrow it, but only because you probably are in grave danger. Let this be a lesson to you in your lack of paranoia.

Jimmy Stewart over Cary Grant??? Wha-huh? It doesn't get any hotter than Cary Grant. That was a yummy, funny, gorgeous dude right there!

jz--you can have Michael Redgrave in "Lady Vanishes" if I can have Robert Donat in "39 Steps."

I know Gene Kelly was alive when I started my crush, but my Gene, the one I was crushing on, was doing his stuff before I was born.

My "ita, really?" crushes were politicians. Mostly Jamaican and African, although I had a girlcrush on Indira Gandhi. Oh, and Margaret Thatcher, but in my defense...well, there is none. I was 10. I did get to meet her, and she's the only one on that list I have. My sister got to meet Nelson Mandela, and that's a solid place to put a crush. I'm not ashamed of myself there.

Bolted from work in a flurry of pain and anxiety. ::sigh:: I am so bored with myself, you have no idea.

ever developed a crush on a historical figure

Amelia Earhart. Swoooon.

Jimmy Stewart over Cary Grant??? Wha-huh? It doesn't get any hotter than Cary Grant. That was a yummy, funny, gorgeous dude right there!

Oh, totally. And in Holiday and Bringing Up Baby, he gets Hepburn fair and square and she'd be mad to turn him down, bless his tall, acrobatic, elegant even when he fumbles self. But in Philadelphia Story he is, IMO, out-hotted by Jimmy Stewart.

It really doesn't help that there's a breezy mention somewhere along the way of the fact that he hit her when they were married, which is a big huge can't-handwave-it-away-with-the-magical-power-of-cultural-relativism red flag for me. Hit your wife, even just a slap, even if she's Kate Hepburn in haughty bitch mode: Game over, get out.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Sue!

Mmm-hmmm. You come crying to me now that you fear the eating of your brains. But did you listen to me when you could have fended off the conspiracies to begin with? No, you did not. I'll let you borrow it, but only because you probably are in grave danger. Let this be a lesson to you in your lack of paranoia.

Thank you my unindicted co-conspirator.

shrift! Frank Iero is going to be on the next episode of LA Ink. Apparently the flakey tattoo artist stands him up for several hours. Does he stomp off in a huff? Does he sit around bored? Nope - he helps move stuff around in their stock room.

big huge can't-handwave-it-away-with-the-magical-power-of-cultural-relativism red flag for me.

this. Damn Bing Crosby. 'Cause aside from the wife beating thing he's so darn cute.

If you're looking for costume ideas I have seen some very clever ones at College Humor dot com. I went over there to try and find a linky direct to a gallery of costume photos and it said I had to register to view 18-and-over content but before that I saw a great Inspector Gadget so you don't have to register to view all the photos. Generally it's a NSFW site.

shrift! Frank Iero is going to be on the next episode of LA Ink. Apparently the flakey tattoo artist stands him up for several hours. Does he stomp off in a huff? Does he sit around bored? Nope - he helps move stuff around in their stock room.

See, and this is part of why a bunch of us think Frank is adorable. I'm seriously considering purchasing that episode off of iTunes.