Monday Minutae: Hoarders, Cocks, & Bob Villa

1. I am so, so sad that I cannot watch Hoarders on A&E (if you are new to this blog, know that much of my life is spent bemoaning the fact that I live on a cruelly cable-free block in Brooklyn.) This show—about people who live, basically, in piles of their own filth and bundles of movie stubs—looks like it might even be better than I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant, only without the reenacted drama of someone staring down in horror as a human being they did not know was incubating inside of them is pulled from their vagina, which always adds a certain zing.

2. I’m constantly making mental notes of stuff I want to Google, and if I made a list my family would probably have me committed. Today’s included “Kristin Chenoweth,” “Russian roulette,” and “Bob Villa gingerbread house.”

3. If this waxing ad doesn’t make you want to shave your... rooster, guys, I don’t know what will.


(Over at Copyranter there are images of a hairless cat and beaver, just to, you know, bring the message home. Naked tennis balls would also have been a nice touch...)

4. This weekend I was re-introduced to spiked eggnog, which kind of makes me want to do a happy dance and throw up at the same time. It is like the expressway to becoming a fat alcoholic, and I am fucking speeding with the top down (the top of the car, not my top, but after a few, who knows?). Please send help.

Monday Minutae: Hoarders, Cocks, & Bob Villa