So let me get this straight – you slept with this guy…

… And, as one of my friends just pointed out – “whoops, he wasn’t who you thought he was.” So the logical thing is, of course, to accuse him of rape. And then have him convicted. Of rape. By deception. What if he had lied about his salary? His level of education? What if heContinue reading “So let me get this straight – you slept with this guy…”

Bag spam: what’s in my bag? And what’s in yours?

I’ve got friends who keep sending me little memes that I have no intention to spam other people in my Gmail address book with. I can, however, spam the readers of this blog! So for those of you who are, for some reason, dying to know what’s in my bag, here’s a rundown: – WorkContinue reading “Bag spam: what’s in my bag? And what’s in yours?”

Dear Roman Polanski, we have presents for you

Right through here. Seriously  – this entire Polanski thing has once again reminded me that I am in the wrong line of work. The news is an unnecessarily depressing business. I’d like to go back to my earlier childhood dream of being an orientologist in Australia. Or Brazil. Or Argentina. I’m pretty sure that notContinue reading “Dear Roman Polanski, we have presents for you”

They way journalism should always be*

Here we have Spain’s captain, Iker Casillas, kissing his reporter girlfriend. You know, when Spain was stunned by Switzerland, a bunch of fans tried to blame HER for the loss, because she was in South Africa, reporting on the World Cup, and apparently her feminine wiles “distracted” Casillas into letting Spain score, right right right.Continue reading “They way journalism should always be*”

“I’ll never be the same – if we ever meet again. Won’t let you get away – if we ever meet again.”

♥ Sigh. Now on to cheer for Spain in the final. (Well, I mean, I won’t be upset if Holland wins either, it will be one of those finals for me – a good time either way – but Iker Casillas is still my secret lover.)