...In which our heroine is no hunter, strictly a gatherer.

Exciting finds from that contraption they call the internet:

Philip Glass and Sesame Street. Oh yes. This is saved for a point and time that I'll appreciate it more.


44 Inch Chest, from the writers of the most excellent Sexy Beast.


If you aren't reading Ugliest Tattoos on a regular basis, you should be.

I'm so not hip enough for the year end lists over at Pitchfork. -50 hipster points!

I am, however, too hip for Rolling Stone's best albums and songs of the decade. Just because Bob Dylan released an album this decade doesn't mean you have to put it on the list.

Quentin Tarantino presents his favorite films of the year: I only agree with #2 and #8.

Lots of wonderful True Blood casting news. Yeah, it's trashy TV, but it's well-done trash.

Five word film reviews: An Education - Beautiful. Lovely. Unconventional. Nostalgic. Accurate.
A Serious Man - Directionless. Dark. Funny. Minor Coens.

A round-up of year-end film lists. I still need to see A Single Man, Up in the Air, Avatar, and Precious, although I'm not so excited about the last one. I really really really would love it if Kathryn Bigelow won Best Director for The Hurt Locker. 

According to the Myers-Briggs personality test, I'm an INFJ, the rarest of all personality types. Tell me this doesn't describe me. 


And finally, if you need a Christmas gift for me, look no further. I'd appreciate delivery of said item by either Seth Rogen, Jim James, or Christina Hendricks, but just if it isn't too much of a hassle. 

Yeah, it was kind of like this when Cassie and I saw them: