I just watched Arthur for the first time in years and Neil Gaiman appeared in Sue Ellen’s falafel to encourage her to not give up on her graphic novel writing. Perfect show remains perfect, I see.
I just watched Arthur for the first time in years and Neil Gaiman appeared in Sue Ellen’s falafel to encourage her to not give up on her graphic novel writing. Perfect show remains perfect, I see.
Cupertino high school student Angela Zhang may know the cure for cancer: As a freshman, she started reading doctoral-level papers on biological engineering. By her sophomore year in high school, she managed to convince Stanford University to let her use their laboratories, and by junior year, she began doing her own research that led her to develop a recipe that boggles even her chemistry teacher.
Zhang’s recipe won her a $100,000 award at a national science competition sponsored by Siemens.
Her method of curing cancer by aiming an infrared light at mutated cells killed cancer in mice; it will be a few more years before it can be determined if the method works in humans. Nevertheless, Zhang’s three years of research is considered a breakthrough. [CBS News]
wow.
I just successfully extracted one blackhead the ~proper way for the first time.
So my friend came over with a bunch of movies from the 90’s and right now we are watching Alaska, the one where Charlton Heston is a polar bear poacher chasing Thora Birch & her brother while they are trying to find their dad. I just realized that the brother is Vincent Kartheiser and the thought of Pete Campbell as a child star made me do the ugly laugh.
Still jealous that Cinderella and all the other Disney girls can tie there hair back with just a ribbon.
Last night I dreamed that they reinstated the sale of Crispy M&Ms in the United States. Then my alarm went off and I realized that I will never be able to satiate my hunger for this candy of our past, because Crispy M&Ms are gone forever. My grief is beyond matter.

I just remembered “Email My Heart” is an actual Britney Spears song from my childhood.
Sometimes I wonder about how if I traveled back in time to Geneva in 1816, whether or not Lord Byron would try to fuck me.
You see, there are things that I can suspend disbelief for, like a monster made of fucking electric smoke on a tropical island filled with polar bears…
or that in the eighteenth century Marie Antoinette and every other woman shaved their legs and underarms…
or that everywhere the tardis lands everyone speaks English in one of the British accents…
…but how in the ever-loving fuck is it feasible that Christina Ricci grew up to be Rosie O’Donnell in Now and Then. Seriously, how? HOW?
And even though Ariel’s unrelenting stupidity drives me crazy, it’s been a lifelong dream of mine to dramatically shout, “DADDY I LOVE HIM!”
But considering that at this point in my life I cannot stand being with someone for more than a week, I will not have this opportunity for a while.