I never collected dolls growing up (that’s more of a lament than a brag), but I’ve always been into miniatures. Who doesn’t appreciate the proxy luxuriousness of miniature silver and glassware?

You don’t know how to ski, but own a pair anyhow!

What do you get for the doll with everything? A miniature Big Mouth Billy Bass!!!

P.S. – My foot really, really hurts…so please be nice to me, because I can’t help the way I walk!

After their game against North Carolina on Friday, my new favorite college basketball team is the Villanova Wildcats. My new favorite college basketball player is Kyle Lowry.

Also, from a TIME.com article on Terri Schiavo:

1990 Terri Schiavo suffers brain damage during cardiac arrest, a result of a potassium imbalance that may have been caused by her suspected bulimia. She emerges from her coma but does not regain consciousness. A Florida court appoints her husband Michael guardian.

Woah, Terri Schiavo was bulimic???

This morning I was leaving my girlfriend’s house and accidentally walked in front of some old Polish man shoveling snow. He was wearing an extra-long Oakland (or Los Angeles, depending) Raiders parka. By walking in front of him, I forced him to hold the snow in the shovel a few seconds longer than he probably would have normally. He called me an asshole, and when I apologized sincerely he gave me the middle finger.

I am not comfortable knowing my taxes help support jerks like this in their old age.

My first experience with synchronicity was Christmas, 1986. My brother and I were laying in front of the fire place listening to a boombox, wishing Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love A Bad Name” would come on the radio.

A minute later it did!

This probably doesn’t count as synchronicity since it was an extremely popular song at the time.

Why is it always raining on Usher?