Photoshoot: Ron Weasley

I met him today. The man of my dreams. He's just my height, he has a British accent and red hair, and his only flaw is that he can make only one facial expression in photos. See for yourself.

All mine.

My protector.

Dance with me tonight.

A painting of true love's first kiss.

One Ron to go, please.

Preview of Coming Attractions...

I'm going to do an experiment. It will be something like this...


and this...


and this...


and both of these...


and, well, you get the idea.


I'm not sure how to pull that last one off.

Implode and Explode

I love the TV show Ed. It wasn't on for very many seasons, but it had that zany hometown rom-com feel that I have loved in other shows like Gilmore Girls. There's a bowling alley with crazy employees, some funny high school students, and the drama and awesomeness of Ed Stevens chasing his former love Carol Vessey.

Carol Vessey had a best friend named Molly, who was a teacher and later became the high school principal. Molly is great: she's funny, she's there when you need her, she's the perfect best friend. She also is seldom the subject of her own romantic plotline (which may add to her ability to be the perfect best friend, because unlike the ever-popular Carol, you are never jealous of Molly's love life).

But once upon a time in Stuckeyville, Molly started dating a guy. And he really liked her. And she was starting to like him. And then she met another guy. And she really liked him. And he was starting to like her. So she decided she wanted to get more serious with guy number two and drop guy number one. But guy number two didn't want that, and then guy number one just felt bad.

And Molly told Carol, "I think my love life simultaneously imploded and exploded."

Which is what just happened to me. I was on-and-off dating one guy, went on a date with a different guy, and thought I liked one more than the other. But now one has moved across the country and the other has stopped making contact.

I think my love life simultaneously imploded and exploded.

So now I'm back to normal.

A Sabrina

Some days you just need a Sabrina.

You know, an opportunity to fly off to Paris to escape your current life. A chance to write nonsense in a journal by a European river for three months.

Because when you come back from your Sabrina, your hair looks like this,

and you can crack an egg with one hand.

When you come back from your Sabrina, the male suitors are pursuing you:

driving you around in their cars,


or calling you on the phone,


or dancing with you at fancy dinner parties,

or taking you on boat rides for two.


When you come back from a Sabrina, you no longer think sad thoughts


like that one.

But...


Today, I needed a Sabrina.

My Sweet Baboo, Times Three

According to School House rock, three is the magic number. If something great happens, you give three cheers. And everyone knows the third time's the charm. Of course, three's also a crowd, three strikes and you're out, and be sure to let leaves of three be.

Today, three is good. For me. But bad for Charlie Brown.

Yesterday I found this great website that pays tribute to my favorite comic strip, Peanuts. It calls itself 3eanuts because the founder of the web page realized that Peanuts is very depressing if you only read the first three panels. Check it out.

There are many reasons why I love Peanuts, certainly more than three, but I think my favorite is Linus, the blanket-carrying child philosopher. I like his name, too. I would have no qualms about naming my children Linus and Lucy (except that Linus rhymes with sinus, and I love my unborn children more than that.) Even so, here are two more reasons to love the name Linus.

Sabrina. I've actually never seen the Audrey Hepburn version all the way through, but I think the 1995 version with Julia Ormond is classy and classic. Greg Kinnear always makes me laugh, I love Sabrina's hair and wardrobe--but what I love most is Harrison Ford as Linus Larrabee, also known as "the world's only living heart donor." They say in the movie that Linus Larrabee is lonely, but I can't imagine why. The man lives in a tux, went to Yale, and is quite the charmer.


Ocean's 11. There are three Ocean's movies, and there are three handsome reasons to watch them--George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Matt Damon. But only Matt Damon is named Linus. Only Matt Damon has that slightly insecure new thief act going for him. Only Matt Damon can make getting your wallet stolen on the L train in Chicago seem like a fun activity. Only Matt Damon can wear a fake nose with dignity. Thievery never looked so good.


But Linus from Peanuts is still my favorite Linus. Do a little dance with your blanket. Three cheers for Linus, my sweet baboo.