Word of the Day: iDiot

Word of the day...

iDiot (n)

1. A person who pays three times the cost of the already overpriced Apple iPhone because they can't wait until the buzz subsides (or 2-4 weeks, the current wait on apple.com) to get one.



2. Any person who camped out in front of an Apple store in the days leading up to the release of the Apple iPhone.



3. Any person who drops their $600 Apple iPhone upon taking it out of the box.
   
   

Use in a sentence:

"These iDiots need to realize that they've lived without an Apple iPhone their whole life; a couple more weeks won't matter."

"Only an iDiot would drop an Apple iPhone."

A Great Motivational Poster

You know those motivational posters? I just found the Best. One. Ever.



PS: Check out this site where you can upload a picture and make your own motivational poster.

Please Meet JayVideo

I meant to post this weeks ago.

I've been watching this guy's videos on YouTube for a while now and he's so funny. His name is Jay Grandin or "JayVideo" and he's from Canada. My favorite of his videos have to do with a giant inflatable penis. Let me explain why.

A few years ago, my friend Tracy had to bring a grab-bag gift to a Christmas party at WORK. While out shopping, she ran across something called "Captain Pecker the Party Recker: The Amazing Inflatable 6-foot Party Penis You Can Punch"...


...and decided it was the perfect gift.

It didn't go over too well. Most people bought candles and gift certificates, and Tracy bought "Captain Pecker the Party Recker: The Amazing Inflatable 6-foot Party Penis You Can Punch." (You have to say the whole name every time you talk about it.) I laugh every time I think about this.

Anyway, "Captain Pecker the Party Recker: The Amazing Inflatable 6-foot Party Penis You Can Punch" is the star of three of Jay's videos. Here they are; you should watch them in this order. (The last one is my favorite.)

A Day With a Giant Penis

Date With a Giant Penis

You Can't Say Penis on MySpace

The reason I'm telling you about Jay is because he and his friend (girlfriend?) are in the middle of an exciting European Adventure and are looking for places to stay! I don't know them personally, but they seem like pretty harmless people, so if you can put them up for a couple days, let Jay know. They are on their way to Germany and Switzerland right now. For more information on Jay's European Adventure and to contact Jay, visit:

Jay's European Adventure

To buy your own "Captain Pecker the Party Recker: The Amazing Inflatable 6-foot Party Penis You Can Punch," click here.

(BTW, is it just me, or does the girl on the box look like Chelsea Handler?)

Faith Hill's Hair

I'm watching Faith Hill on Oprah right now and she's got a lot of hair. I don't know if I've ever seen someone with that much hair. It's so thick.

I wonder if it's real. Does anyone know?

I'd like to have hair like that, big ole bouffant hair. I've never really had long hair, but I'm growing it out now.

Mika Brzezinski

This is so funny.

I was interviewed by Mika a couple of years ago for the CBS Evening News with Dan Rather. She came over and spent the afternoon with me. She is very nice.

Ugh

I have strep throat.

Sent from my BlackBerry wireless handheld.

World Series of Pop Culture Daily Quiz

I Have a Fever...

...and it's not the good kind. I've had it all day. I had slight sore throat yesterday but didn't think much of it. But when I went to sleep I started having all these nightmares. I woke up at 4am and was clearly sick.

My whole body ached (it actually still does.) It feels like shots of electricity are going through it, you know what I mean? One second my arm aches, and then my leg does, and then my chest does... it's terrible. I don't know if I'm hot or cold, my head hurts... My temperature has been 102 all day.

I don't have any Tylenol so I took Aleve but it didn't take down my fever. I finally found some sinus medication with Acetaminophen in it so I took that. My temperature went down to 100 for a couple of hours, but now it's slowly creeping up again. I just took some more.

I never did get a flu shot; I know I talked about possibly getting one in January or so. I think this is it. I keep turning the air on and off because I can't decide if I'm hot or cold. I just want someone to knock me out until this is over.

Ugh.


Sent from my BlackBerry wireless handheld.

Beverly and Elvis Are High

I just picked up Beverly and Elvis from the vet and they're both high.

Beverly had her teeth cleaned and, unfortunately, had to to have a couple pulled. (It's a common thing in Yorkies... bad teeth.) The anesthesia hasn't quite worn off yet so she's stumbling around the apartment like a drunkard, all scraggly-faced from the procedure, panting because she's nervous (or jonesin' for more dope.)

Elvis was also put under because he had his lump aspirated so the vet can do a biopsy, but he was put under after Bev, so he's in worse shape than she is. The vet said that he's going to want to jump up on everything and will probably fall down, so I should put him in a small room, like the bathroom. I did that, but then he tried to jump up on the closed toilet seat and didn't quite make it, so he fell into a bowl of water on the floor and is now all wet, as is the bathroom.

I felt kind of bad, so I came up with the bright idea of putting Beverly's harness and leash on him and tying him to something so he can't get away, but that turned out to be a big disaster. Somehow he got his paws stuck up by his neck, so he started flipping around like a fish, and then stoned Beverly came out from underneath the bed and was all like, "What's going on? Why's he wearing my stuff? Hey, I got the munchies... Wait, why's there more room in my mouth?" Then she started panting like a derelict again...

Neither of them know what's going on. They don't even know they're at home—they both think they're on Cyclone right now...

"Weeeeeeeeeee!"

I hope they don't get hangovers.

A Very Special MySpace Friend Request

Guess who requested to be friends with me on MySpace?!

Yep, VH1's World Series of Pop Culture!

I'm SO EXCITED! I'm going to find out how I can audition to be on the next one.

(In case you don't know, I just posted a few days ago how much I love the show.)

UPDATE: Omg, this just got better! I just received an email from James, a lovely fellow over at the show. James said he's a huge fan of my blog (which warmed my heart, btw) and was happy to learn that I was such a big fan of the show.

He also told me that in addition to a website and MySpace page, the show has it's own blog and DAILY pop culture quiz.

I'm trying to figure out how to embed it into my blog now... Stay tuned.

A Haiku... By Karyn Bosnak

Today I'm going to write a haiku ala Rosie...


pets are at the vet
today
bev with grubby teeth
elvis a lump
meow
ouch
quit it

the house is quiet
no pitter-patter of little feet
or the psssssssss of elvis in his box
of rocks

just me
and the mice
in the walls

ha ha, kidding
no mice here

just me
and the cockroaches
in the cabinets

ha ha, fooled you twice
shame on you

i don't trust people
without pets


So... what'd you think?

Ryan Adams - Easy Tiger

I don't know if I've ever expressed my love for Ryan Adams on this blog. In case I haven't, I love Ryan Adams.

There, I feel closer to you now, having shared this.

My love affair with Ryan Adams has been going on for six or seven years. I've seen him live twice (not nearly enough for someone who loves him as much as I do) and have all of his albums. His music is the kind that you want to listen really loudly, while lying on the floor of your apartment or house with all the lights off. Or maybe that's just me... He's a little bit country, a little bit rock n' roll, a little bit Neil Young... I'd be a terrible music critic; I can't describe it.

The reason I'm telling you this is because his new album, Easy Tiger, was released today. I pre-ordered it from iTunes and am listening right now. It's lovely, just lovely... (Lovely? Yes, I'd be a terrible music critic.)


Here's a great article in last week's New York Times about him and it.

If you feel so inclined, head on over to iTunes and check it out, or head on over to his MySpace page and check it out, or live life on the wild side and BUY IT without even listening to it. Ah... the old days. It used to be like that, remember?

My favorite songs on Easy Tiger so far...

• I Taught Myself How to Grow Old
• Everybody Knows
• Oh My God, Whatever, Etc.
• Two (with background vocals by Sheryl Crow)

Check back later today for my top ten favorite Ryan Adams songs.

Free at Last, Free at Last...

Thank God Almighty, she's free at last!

This may sound silly, but I'm really happy Paris is free. I wanna hug her and say, "You did it, you lil trooper!" I started to feel sorry for her last week. She seemed to have learned her lesson and was still stuck in that horrible jail... I bet you the sheets there are really scratchy.

Sorry, I don't know where that came from.

(But seriously, I bet the thread count is like -4 or something.)

I hope she didn't get prison acne.

Anyway, Paris is stronger than we thought. As crazy as she may have gotten, she stuck it out. Don't take that away from her.

MMMKaryn!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

The boys of Hanson are having a contest and I'm going to win with your help! From their website...

Help Hanson spread the word about their new album "The Walk" and be entered in a contest for them to write a song about you! Hanson.net will provide you with special banners... Every time someone clicks on your unique banner, you get another contest entry and you improve your chances to be the winner of a song written about you!

Please help. I've always thought the middle one who looks like a girl is so cute.

Click, click, click away, please!

You don't think I went overboard with my banners, do you?

Pop Culture

Quick! What is the name of the bar that Tom Cruise and his buddy opened in the movie Cocktail?

DON'T LOOK IT UP ON THE INTERNET AND CHEAT!

I watched The World Series of Pop Culture on VH1 this weekend and I'm SO GOOD at it. I'm going to audition the next time they come around. Those people won $250,000.

I Am Mary Clayton

I haven't been sleeping well lately. Tonight I slept for a couple of hours maybe and now I'm up. Even though I'm really, really tired I can't go back to sleep.

I'm reading Eat, Pray, Love. It is soooooooo good. If you haven't read it, you must run out and buy it now.

Anyway, I'd take my Sonata, but I've been trying not to take it because I don't want to become addicted. I got addicted to Xanax once and it wasn't pretty, but that's a story for another book. Back to the Sonata, I find that the more I take it, the more difficult it becomes to fall asleep without it. Actually... I haven't been sleeping well since I stopped taking it. Maybe this means I already am addicted.

Crap.

I'm a junkie. I am Mary Clayton.

Smith Street Festival - Brooklyn

There was a street fair in my neighborhood today and you'll never guess what was right in front of my apartment:


The world's softest socks!

I've been calling all my friends and family, bragging. The world's softest socks right here in Brooklyn, I still can't believe it...

You know what someone else was selling?


Why, silky lingerie, of course!

Because what better place to buy your PJs than on a dirty city street corner where the drunk and homeless urinate and the rats run wild.

I'm a Really Good Singer

Okay, fine, maybe not... But I can sing this one line in "Big Girls Don't Cry" by Fergie really, really well...

"And I'M gonna MISS you like a CHILD misses their BLANKET but I'VE got to get a MOVE on with MY life!"

I mean, I should be on stage when I sing that line. Seriously.

I'm also really good at "I'm up against the speaker tryin' to take on the music it's like a competition me against the beat I wanna get in the zone... I wanna get in the zone..."

And don't even challenge me on a "You must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me!" And forget about "To the left, to the left..." and that long "Mmmm...." part right after it. I've got fancy wrist movements that are full of attitude to go along with this song, and they are so cool.

Oh! Just thought of another.... I will smoke you on every word of "The Jumpoff" by Lil Kim. If you don't have this song, you must download it now. It's so damn fun. "I got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti. Believe me sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy..."

Okay, that's all for my little musical outburst.

A Thought...

I just had a thought... what if Elvis is faking it?

What if he's not really sick, but just playing me like a sucker? I mean, let me explain what it's been like around here the last couple of days.

Me to Elvis...

"I'm glad you're comfy on Mommy's $100 Tempur-Pedic pillow. No, no... don't move. I'll just sleep on the cheap $10 one I got to fill the shams. Don't worry, stay right where you're at."

"What? You want me to pet you for two hours straight? Sure, I've got work to do, but come sit right here, on my lap."

"You say you don't like your cat food? You want some of Mommy's tuna fish sandwich? Well, sure I'm hungry, but here... have the rest."

I mean, I'm actually giving him things to hump, instead of yelling at him for doing it.

He could've been planning this his whole life. He could've been putting change in his pockets every time we went to the vet, knowing that one day, he'd empty them out, and everyone would worry because he lost weight. Maybe his tumor isn't a tumor at all, but some kind of prosthetic he bought off the black market. Maybe when I go to sleep, he sneaks off and meets his other feline friends—who are also all faking it—and they all share a hearty laugh at what suckers we all are. Maybe this is his way of getting back at me for this:


And don't forget this and this.

Just a thought...

How About Them Cubs?

I love baseball.

(I really don't, I just need to post something else so the front page of my blog isn't entirely made up of posts about my cat.)

Elvis' Blood Test

The vet called with the result of Elvis' exam and the blood tests came back perfect. This is good because it means he doesn't have feline hyperthyroidism, but bad because it means that the lump in his neck is a tumor/cyst of some kind. If it's malignant, a blood test won't show that, so they have to take a sample from it and do a biopsy on it. I'm taking him in Tuesday for that.

:(

Elvis Bouncing Back

I am lying in bed right now, sending this from my BlackBerry. A few moments ago, I heard something from across the room, and when I looked to see what it was, I saw Elvis humping a t-shirt that he must've pulled out of the laundry. I know it's kind of weird, but I smiled... I'm proud of him for bouncing back so quickly after being violated at the vet today.

Sent from my BlackBerry wireless handheld.

DUI & Breathalyzers

I'm not trying to give drunk drivers tips on how to get out of it, but I was just reading an article about Nicole Richie and it got me thinking... Can't you refuse to take a breathalyzer?

When I was in college, a guy I knew was pulled over for a possible DUI. He was in law school at the time, so he knew he could refuse to take a breathalyzer and did. I think it resulted in him being automatically arrested and maybe even having his license suspended, but when it came down to court, they didn't have any concrete evidence to convict him, so he was let off. Does anyone know about this?

Re: Nicole Richie... if she didn't take a breathalyzer and the only thing she did was admit to getting high and taking Vicodin... If her attorney finds a way to get her admissions thrown out, then they'd have a harder time convicting her, right?

Comments... Lawyers? Law school students? People with personal experience?

Elvis Update

Hi everyone. I just got back from taking Elvis to the vet for his lump. The vet's name is Dr. Maddox and we've been going to him ever since we moved to Brooklyn, which was almost six years ago. (I can't believe it's been that long.) Anyway, I really like him but he must have written something down in Elvis and/or Beverly's chart about me being an emotional pet owner, because, before he did anything, he asked me to take a breath and calm down. (Yes, I've cried in the vet's office before. I cried when Beverly got spayed, I cried when Elvis had what I called "goopy eye"... I'm a crier, dammit!)

Once I composed myself, he started the exam. The first thing he did was weigh Elvis. He lost one and a half pounds, which is a lot for such a little guy. He now weighs six pounds. After this, he examined his neck and found the lump, which he said was "pretty significant" in size. He then pulled out two syringes, one to take a blood sample and one to take a urine sample, at which point I turned around and faced the wall. I mean, how does that work, using a syringe to take a urine sample? The thought of it makes me cringe.

Although he growled the whole time, Elvis was a very good boy, so Dr. Maddox tried to take a sample from the lump itself, but Elvis wouldn't have it. He escaped from the table, ran around the room and peed everywhere. When we eventually caught him, we put him back on the table but he wouldn't calm down, so Dr. Maddox didn't do it.

I call tomorrow after twelve o'clock to get the results, so we'll go from there.

Dr. Maddox seems to think it might be feline hyperthyroidism. While this is a better diagnosis than cancer, it's still something to worry about. If Elvis has it, he'll either have to be on medication for the rest of his life, or can get something called "radioactive iodine treatment," which is an expensive but permanent treatment. I found out this about it on the internet:

With radioactive iodine therapy, the cat receives a one-time injection of iodine I-131, which concentrates in the thyroid and irradiates and destroys the malfunctioning part of the gland. Healthy thyroid tissue is not damaged, and the risk of hypothyroidism is low. Almost all cats receiving radioactive iodine will return to normal thyroid function within a month or so of treatment. This procedure can be expensive, running approximately $1,200 on average.

If this is the case, I'll probably opt for the iodine treatment if it's totally safe and not taxing on his body. It seems easier than giving him a pill every day for the rest of his life and might actually be cheaper in the long run. ($30/month for pills=$360 a year)

I'll update you tomorrow after I get the results.

Thank you all for your support and keep on praying, please!

UPDATE: I sprinkled catnip all over the sofa to try and make Elvis feel better.

Elvis Has a Lump

Elvis has a lump in his neck the size of a large marble and I'm kind of freaking out. It's right next to his purrrrrr engine. He has the same amount of energy, but seems to be losing weight. He's not big to begin with, only 7-1/2 pounds or so, but he feels bonier when I pet him. He's going to be 12 years old in August.

Anyway, every time he sits on my lap and looks up at me, I cry. I know I'm overreacting because we haven't been to the vet yet, but I can't help but to imagine the worst and I don't know what I'll do if he's sick. He's my lil baby.

We go to the vet Tuesday at 11:30, so please keep him in your prayers. I'll let you know how it goes.

The Sopranos: I Knew It!

I guessed this "Tony Soprano Is Dead" theory right after "The Sopranos" finale ended, and then I told my friend Mark, and then he told his boyfriend David, and then David was all like, "No... that's not what happened," and then I felt stupid for reading too much into the ending because, to be honest, I really don't watch it that closely, so I never told anyone my theory for fear of being ridiculed.

That was a long sentence.

Fans of “The Sopranos” are seizing on clues suggesting the controversial blackout which abruptly ended the TV mob drama meant that Tony Soprano was rubbed out, and HBO said on Thursday they may be on to something.

In the final moments of Sunday’s concluding episode, Tony... sits in a diner with his family munching on onion rings as the 1980s song by rock band Journey, “Don’t Stop Believing,” blares from a juke box.

Tension builds as a suspicious man... eyes Tony from a nearby counter before slipping into a restroom. Then, as Tony looks toward the restaurant’s entrance, the screen abruptly goes blank in mid-scene — with no picture or sound for 10 seconds — until the credits roll silently.

“There are definitely things there that [Chase] intended for people to pick up on,” HBO spokesman Quentin Schaffer told Reuters. The biggest hint, according to a consensus taking shape on the Web, is a scene from an earlier episode in which Tony and his brother-in-law, Bobby Bacala, muse about what it feels like to die.

“At the end, you probably don’t hear anything, everything just goes black,” Bobby says while they sit fishing in a small boat on a lake..."

I mean, shoot... I'm never this insightful when it comes to "The Sopranos," and the one time I am, I keep it to myself. Dammit.

BTW, how good was AJ this season? In that last episode, when he looked at Carmella and was like, "You're so dramatic." It was so good. And when he was like, "We need to stop being so dependent on foreign oil." I just loved him.

BTWA (again), I know I've said this before, but even though he's a big and sloppy, I find Tony Soprano totally sexy. I think it's the power thing. Anyone with me on this?

Things That Bother Me

Things that bother me:

13. People who hold their cell phone in front of their mouths and talk into it like it's a walkie talkie.
    
14. When people do #13 while pacing.

(This is an ongoing list.)

Romance, Sheer Delight, How Sweet

This song just came on my iPod. I know every word.

I just wanted to share with you this little gem from the past. LL Cool J rox.

Creature Comforts

I'm watching a new show on CBS called "Creature Comforts" and it's really, really funny.





From a recent article in the Washington Post...

Take heart, channel surfers. The first bright spot of the hot months arrives... and we've got a bunch of animated animals to thank for it.

Created by the British company responsible for the popular "Wallace & Gromit" movies, "Creature Comforts," an animated half-hour comedy debuting tonight at 8 on CBS, is clever and often hilarious.

The premise? The show's producers record the voices of "real people" throughout the country as they talk about everyday topics such as doctor visits, keeping secrets and the attraction between the sexes. These voices are bestowed upon various animal characters who all bear that familiar Claymationed "Wallace & Gromit" look.

Here's a clip:



The CBS website has tons more video.

Oprah and Obama Tag Team

Yesterday Oprah opened her show by asking the question, "Why is poop brown?"


...and today I just received an email from Barack Obama with the subject line, "What does a movement look like?"


I'm not going to open it.

101 Things To Do With a Pound of Fat

I really wanna go back and steal that hunk of fat. There are so many things I could do with it...

101 Things To Do With a Pound of Fat

1) Stuff your bra



2) Play baseball


Okay, fine—there are two things I could do with it. But more coming...

A Pound of Fat

Has anyone else seen the drugstore display for the new diet pill Alli? The product doesn't come out until tomorrow, but the displays at the Rite Aid in my neighborhood have been up for a week and they are the most disgusting things EVER. A pound of fake, yellowy fat is affixed to them, and it made me wanna barf up my breakfast right there in aisle three and develop a serious case of anorexia. (Which I s'pose would make them effective.)

In case you haven't seen them, I took a picture for you. I tried to remove the fat from the display to show you how big it is, but it was glued down. (You know it'll only be a matter of time, though, before some bully kid pries it loose and throws it at the chubby girl on the playground.)

Anyway, here it is... a pound of fat. Click on it, make it bigger, really get a good look.





Makes you wanna scarf down a box of Bubble Gum Flavored Pop'ems, doesn't it?

One Degree of Prince Harry

I'm once removed from Harry!

NBC News' Matt Lauer interviews Prince William and Prince Harry for "Today" and "Dateline" NBC. The interview will air Monday, June 18.

Matt Lauer & Harry

Matt Lauer & Me!

Which interview do you think he was more excited to do? Hmmm... debt-ridden shopaholic or a couple of princes?

I can't wait until Monday.

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Hello, My Name Is...

I dropped off some clothes at the cleaners this past weekend and didn't look at the ticket until I got home. I'm used to people misspelling my first name, but the lady at the dry cleaners really butchered the entire thing.

It was easier for me to take a picture of the ticket than scan it, so here you go.

Hello, my name is Caryen Bafnik.

Maybe this is only funny to me.

They're Kidding, Right?

Now that I'm back among the living... she's free? This is so wrong.

In a statement, Paris said she learned a lesson. Yes, Paris, we all did. The key to getting out of jail is to cry and play the crazy card.

UPDATE: Lesson amendment... This only works if you're a rich white girl, and even then, it's not 100%.

The Hot Mess That Is Me

I'm recovering from an unfortunate case of food poisoning and just left the house for the first time in two days. I didn't put much thought into my appearance as I'm going to the store, and just realized that I'm covered in cat hair and have vomit in my hair. Nice.

Sent from my BlackBerry wireless handheld.

Things That Bother Me

Things that bother me:

1. Plastic forks
2. Howie Mandel
   
3. The fact that Anna Nicole is still staring at me from TrimSpa bottles at the corner deli
4. The word "quasi"
   
5. People who use the word "quasi"
6. Diet Coke Plus, because getting your vitamins from an artificially-sweetened soda pop is queer
7. That I find myself worrying about the people in the Cingular commercials, like Josh and Abby and that one lady who, after getting flowers from her boyfriend at work, calls her friend and is like, "Everyone says this means he cheated on me," and her friend is like, "No, he didn't cheat on you, don't be silly," but the phone drops out so the first lady doesn't hear this and freaks. The miscommunication leaves me feeling uneasy, and I wanna call these people on a land line and clear everything up.
   
8. ↑Run-on non-sentences, like the first half of #7
   
9. Dust bunnies
10. That the definition of "dust bunny" contains the phrase "skin particles"
11. That Beverly never comes when I call her, yet always appears when the fridge opens
12. When the men I date send me text messages. I'm sorry, are we fifteen? I'm an adult, you're an adult, pick up the phone.

(This is an ongoing list.)

PaloozaHead

This is amazing!

Michelle (one of my MySpace friends) thought of me when she stumbled upon this PaloozaHead thing (Remember Elf?), so she put my head on it and sent it to me. Click the play arrow at the bottom left to watch me dance.

Thank you, Michelle! Click here to watch it with a larger background and make your own.

Sarah Silverman on Paris at the MTV Awards

(Not literally "on" on... That would really be something though, no?)

Reason #4,512 why I love Sarah Silverman.

OMG, it was so rude and distasteful... but so freakin' funny.

UPDATE: I just watched a video of Paris in a car on the way to jail, and I feel kind of bad. She was sitting in the backseat with her mom and they were both wiping away tears. I'm a person who has to learn by making mistakes, like you can't tell me the stove's hot, I need to burn my hand on it to learn. Perhaps she's the same way; there's no doubt in my mind that the girl's sorry for what she did.

But then again, is she sorry only because she's going to jail? Or is she sorry because she realized what she did could have resulted in this? (Warning: link is graphic.) But if she learned a lesson, does the road she took to get there matter?

On another note, while I don't envy her sentence, I'm seething with jealously that she got one of these before me.

Ted

I love taking pictures and took the coolest photo of my friend Ted last weekend. A group of friends were at my friend Cristin's house in Connecticut. It was late, like maybe 11:00 PM or something, and I turned off the flash and told him not to move. Click it to make it bigger.

MSNBC Photoblog

This is so sad. I was looking through pictures on the MSNBC photoblog (I do this all the time; they have some really amazing pics on there) and stumbled upon this one:

(John Moore/Getty Images)

The caption: "Mary McHugh mourns her dead fiance Sgt. James Regan at "Section 60" of the Arlington National Cemetery May 27, 2007. Regan, an American Special Forces soldier, was killed by an IED explosion in Iraq in February of this year, and this was the first time McHugh had visited the grave since the funeral."

Rick Shulman, MSBNC associate multimedia editor, says...

There are hundreds of photos shot every Memorial Day at Arlington National Cemetery, but few have the emotional power and the simplicity of this one. Do you think this picture appropriately honors our war dead? Or does it say something else?

Read what people have to say about this on the MSNBC photoblog.

Who's That Girl?

I'm watching "Who's That Girl?" with Madonna on cable right now. Um... was this seriously a movie?

Ha ha... the sad thing is that I know it was a movie because I watched it like a hundred times when I was thirteen or something. But God... I thought it was so good back then.

It's just terrible. Absolutely terrible. I mean, she and Griffin Dunne are riding around New York in a convertible Rolls Royce, and there's a rare tiger in the back seat, and she has the most irritating, shrilling voice, and...

Omg, it's just terrible.

Yorkie Napping

This is just terrible. Vanessa Williams' Yorkie was stolen.

May 31, 2007 -- It could be nefarious dognapper, or just a hungry coyote.

Either way, Westchester authorities have a mystery on their hands as dogs belonging to the rich and famous-including singer/actress Vanessa Williams-have vanished.

Williams' beloved Yorkie, Enzo, disappeared from her yard in Chappaqua on Monday. Earlier that day, the former Miss America spotted a suspicious man driving around her property, and is convinced her puppy was dognapped...

For those of you who don't know, I have a Yorkie named Beverly. Click here to read a post about her vajayjay.