Come on now, sugar. Today in B-List Celebrity Sightings:

Vinnie Van Lowe himself leaving a cafe on W5th and 6th Avenue. I looked up just as he was leaving and was not about to scream "VINNIE!" across the crowded cafe. Also, I didn't know his real name.

They're not even a real country anyway. For those of you who were wondering why I went AWOL earlier this week, I was sent to Toronto on business. Now Toronto is a beautiful and clean city, but it is boring as hell. Before you Canada fans jump down my throat, I have a legitimate reason for thinking Toronto is hella lame: No one could tell me one thing I had to do while I was in Canada. In any other major city, any taxi driver or man-on-the-street could tell me at least five interesting things to do or visit in the city. No one I asked--and I asked many people--could tell me one effing thing to do.

On the bright side, I can now raise the number of radio/tv towers to three...four if you count the Tour Eiffel. Can you name them all?

When will we fall down.



This pretty much speaks for itself. Maybe she can recommend a good soap and candle shop while she's over there.

And I am officially going to Hell.

Hell yes. Excuse me for being philistine, but fuck yes! "Veronica Mars" got renewed for another season!

Does anyone know how this whole CW thing is going to work? In New York, UPN is channel 9 and the WB is channel 11, so are both stations going to be showing the same programming at the same time, or will one channel cease broadcasting?

Clearly, television is much too important to me.

Fall like a burning sun. My boyfriend is so effing talented I can barely stand it, and I am not saying it to suck up. Promise.



I don't want to publish the link to his site without his permission, but trust me when I tell you that he's fantastically talented. This reminds me so much of De Chirico's Ariadne.



Does anyone else see it?

They love dirty laundry. Today in B-list Celebrity Sightings:

Mr. Cyclops himself, James Marsden crossing Broadway at 67th Street. He was talking on his cell phone, and his long, greasy hair was blowing in his face. It was not the prettiest picture.

The show that never ends. I went to work today even though I feel like crap. Apparently this is a cause for celebration in our household:

How you feel? You went to work even though you are under the weather. You are growing up!

My dad takes pride in the strangest things.

I've said it before, I'll say it again. Working is for chumps.

Beyond the sea. You have no idea how strange it is to be walking along, minding your own business, when suddenly there's a guy swimming around in a huge frigging fishbowl.



David Blaine, why are you so strange?

She wants to move. As I'm sure many of you do, I get some pretty annoying SPAM mail. I never actually read any of it, but I've noticed that there are a few SPAMers out there who are really going that extra mile to entertain me with their witty SPAM names. Today I received one such SPAM titled "She wants a better sex? All you need's here." Now bad grammar aside, this made me laugh so hard. Why? Because I was immediately reminded of all those 19th century French novels I had to read which call a woman's reproductive organs "the sex." So basically this SPAM just asked if "she," whoever she may be, would like a better vagina. I assume this is for some sort of vagina accoutrement store...New Vaginas 'R' Us?

I have shamelessly used a run-of-the-mill SPAM e-mail as an excuse to put the word "vagina" to gratuitous use. It is all downhill from here.