I love Game of Thrones. I am not a fan of Breaking Bad. So I might come across slightly biased when I say this, but Peter Dinklage got robbed at the Emmys last night. Continue reading
About five months ago, Noodles died. Three days ago, we got Juno.
Tonight is a sleepless night for thousands of kids in Frederick County. Because come tomorrow morning, they will once again be subjected to bus rides, bell schedules and homework. Tomorrow is a day of empty notebooks, brand-new sneakers, and shifty homeroom teachers. Tomorrow is the day that can define an entire year—an entire lifetime—for a child.
Not very long ago in a galaxy not so far away, two teenagers got hopelessly addicted to LEGO Star Wars II. Continue reading
I had no idea what ALS was until everyone started to pour buckets of ice water on their heads. That doesn’t make me a bad person. But apparently, according to some cynics out there, endorsement of the ice bucket challenge does make me a bad person.
When I saw the Facebook status of an old camp friend, I thought that the internet had been taken over by another celebrity-death scam. They’d been happening more frequently (a lot of people seem to believe that Bieber dies like twice a week), and I knew for sure that Robin Williams, funnyman and actor extraordinaire, wasn’t dead.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a cruel joke. It was just a cruel reality.
They say that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. This nightmare-inducting thing is the ultimate validation of that statement.
I’m sorry I made you look at that.