If you live in one of the 48 states that participates in the barbaric ritual of Daylight Saving Time, you know what I'm talking about. Sunday morning we set our clocks back an hour for no reason that I deem legitimate. I hate this time of year with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. Hate. It. It's the same scenario every year.

10:00pm "Self, you should really go to bed now because you know you're getting an hour of your life robbed tonight."

British fans of Twilight went wild at the weekend on London’s Oxford Street demonstrating their passion for the collection of films in all their bridal glory.

I recently read an article about a radio station in the UK that inadvertently played nearly three minutes of a gay porn soundtrack over the airwaves. Now I'm thinking if this station was an alternative type station or one that was already considered controversial in format, it probably wouldn't have been that bad. They could've passed it off as a tasteless stunt. But it wasn't. This radio station played light jazz, standards and occasionally blues.

I'd love for this to be something important and meaningful like The Bloggess's Red Dress dealie, but sadly I am not that awesome and this is more of a self-centered "Hey, can I pull this look off??? I need your advice!" sort of situation that I am laying out here...