Friday Goodbye

Next time we meet, I'll be in Hollywood.

No more spotlights coming down from heaven
It's a goodbye, it's curtains double time
Not even out of my dress
And already my voice is fading
Goodbye my dears and into
The big sleep

Bye for now.

TGTWIO

TGIF. That is all. Now, we will proceed.

This week on Slate's Double X, I wrote about the Spitzers, Monica Lewinsky, and Neil LaBute.

At the Frisky, I covered banana rolls, Star Trek porn, and studs.

Everything else went to Twitter or Tumblr.

Have a great weekend, because that's what great weekends imply.

Miracle Friday

Was it a miraculous week? I don't know. Time will tell.

This week on Slate, I wrote about the Obama sex frenzy, the enduring attraction of Sarah Palin, and the critical condition in Congo.

At the Frisky, I wrote about why you're fat, why you're in drag, and the world's tiniest brothel.

I twittered about everything else.

And, I'm out. Have a great weekend, because ... because ... because. Well, just because.

You Don't Know Me. You Only Think You Do.

Oh, FUCK YEAH! It's Friday. Everyone is happy. It's time for the week in review. Also, it's raining.

On Slate's Double X, I spanked Julia Roberts, spanked Meghan McCain, and spanked lady bloggers.

At the Frisky, I considered the gold digger, broke my heart, and batted my lashes.

Plus, I'm on Tumblr and Twitter.

Things are progressing well with the feature story in progress.

I need to sleep more, do more yoga, and figure out how to cut off my head with a butter knife. Then, everything will be fine.

Have a great weekend! Because one day, you'll forget it ever happened. And that'll be sad.

OMGTGIF

OMG! This week totally sucked. And then it totally didn't. (Knock on wood.) Finally, I appear to have landed the story of my demented fantasies. Hopefully, it won't fall through. In any case, here's the rest.

I blathered on about everything and the kitchen sink on Twitter.

On Slate's XX Factor, I was cranky, I scored a front page link thanks to a misogynist beaver, and I was sort of feminist for, like, a second.

At the Frisky, I rocked chainmail stockings, considered the cyclops, and got to know Dr. Manhattan's penis.

Hopefully, I will be going to Los Angeles in April. We will see. Have a wonderful weekend because I am giving you no other choice than to do as I say.