Shit, that’s momentous if I may say so myself. We’ve had editions that crossed over between months before, but never one that crossed over between YEARS. I think it’s pretty impressive.
But you probably don’t care. In fact, you probably just scrolled right past this block of text while you were looking for an article with a sexy picture. Actually, I’m nearly 100% certain that I could type whatever I want here and it would go right over your head, yeah?
We had otter for our Christmas dinner last week. It was pretty adorable before my uncle started prepping for the meal. It was one of those smooth-coated types. I mean, it feels all gross and slippery in your hands and you’d think that it would have a texture that’s all rubbery-like in your mouth, but if you fry it, it actually provides a great contrast to the crunchiness.
Yummers. So this last week of 2010, the best writers on the Internet (that’s not up for discussion) are penning pieces about the dynamics of school reunions; the function of girl-on-girl scenes in particular genres of film; and the one must-have piece of bling-bling for this season.
You honestly can’t miss it.













My thoughts turned morbid over the weekend as I contemplated death. No, not mine in particular, but just in general. I was guessing that more people die around the holidays than other days, and it turns out I was correct. Researchers have found that Americans are more likely to die on Christmas Day, the day after Christmas, and on New Year’s Day than at any other time of the year. But before you read the rest of this blog, take a stab at why you think that is. The reason makes total sense, but it may not be what you first guessed. 




