It appears the BBC have tracked down the person responsible for leaking the first new Dr. Who episode and given them a right sacking. I may, um, have watched the first bit of it as an unnamed person (*cough*Snook*cough*) managed to download it. The new doctor looks very dashing in his leather coat. I was like, “Whoa, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Daleks!”

Me: Hey, Snookums… I just found this site in my referrers. The guy is writing about uses for old record albums and mentions my Carpenters purse. Isn’t that neat? *giggle*
Him: Mmm-hmm. What’s so funny?
Me: The writer refers to me as a “he”! He thinks that since you’re in the pictures, you’re the person that made the handbag!
Him: Hey! Now everybody’s gonna think I’m Snookums the Big Gay Carpenters Fan!

Okay, it kinda makes me want to barf, but my sister insists this story is w-g worthy: Woman Finds Human Finger in Fast-Food Chili. That is awful. However, I love that they have to qualify it as a “human” finger, lest you think it was a chicken finger or something. And wasn’t a health scare the whole reason that Dave Thomas started doing the ads way back when in an attempt to rehabilitate the company’s image? Poor Dave is probably rolling around in his grave. (And giving them the finger, of course. I couldn’t resist.)

Good grief. What a Blustery Day. It feels like bloody England outside! And that is why we’re snuggled up warm indoors with sausages, mash, and beer.

Whenever I read Go Fug Yourself (which is never often enough), I always hear the posts aloud in my head in Tara D‘s voice. The writing and humor just really remind me of her.

Peeps Lip Balm. That is so heinous I’m not going to be able to sleep at night. The horror! (Link courtesy of Cousin Jenny.)

Edited 21/03/2025: Original link is dead, so replacing with a more recent one.

We watched the weirdest movie the other night: Bugsy Malone. The Snook deliberately TiFauxed it last week because he’d seen it as a kid. I was like, “Wait, what? It’s a gangster movie but they’re all played by little kids?” That’s not even the weird part. The bad guys shoot tommy guns loaded with whipped cream. The kids all dance and break into song but the songs are dubbed over with grownups’ voices. (And a lot of the voices sound like Bob Dylan.) A pre-pubescent Jodie Foster plays a gangster’s moll named Tallulah. And the weirdest bit of all? Scott Baio plays Bugsy. That’s right, CHACHI IS THE STAR. You can imagine how I rushed to Ebert’s site afterwards to see his no-doubt savage take on this cinematic stinker. But no, Uncle Rog gave it a full 3.5 stars. That means he thought it was as good as Annie Hall. The mind boggles.