If I was marooned on a desert island and I could only bring 3 things, they would be: my iPhone, a pair of ivory chopsticks, and the delivery number for Midori All-You Can Eat Sushi.


You might ask how I might pay for the the constant deliveries of sushi deliciousness. Shhhhhh, baby… don’t worry your pretty little head about that. Snip snip.


Fly, Fatass, Fly!

Saw UP this weekend. Brilliant, brilliant film. It’s pretty incredible how quickly they were able to turn a curmudgeonly character into one the audience could empathize with.


Stieg and I came up with a theory of how UP is like LOST.

Carl Fredrickson = John Locke
Charles Muntz = Ben
Kevin = Sung (the whole separation plot)
Dogs = Smoke Monster
Dug = Hurley
Russell = Kate (both whiny to the end)
Balloons & The house = The Numbers
Paradise Island = The Island
Storm that brings the house down = The magnetic event that brings down Oceanic 815

I guess that makes Jacob… Ellie?