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The World Entertainment News Network doesn't know the difference between "Variety" and "Vanity Fair" magazines (per IMDb news).

Today in "Which is More Horrifying?"

A) The new Olympic logo... induces seizures.

B) On the top of my sister's "Master List of Amazing Movies" (I am not making this up) is... White Chicks.

Adam Sandler, really?

in Asia the heart would only take up South Korea

There's this picture on the LA Times website, regarding today's Grauman's Theater hand-cementing for Brad Pitt, George Clooney, and Matt Damon, of a poster that says "Brad, your heart is the size of Africa" with a drawing of Africa and a heart in the middle of it.

My problem is, the heart is more like the size of Sudan, not Africa. I'm just saying, if you're going to make a claim and then illustrate it, be accurate. You never know what movie star/African nation you might offend.

girls and body image, zucchini cake

Being largely one of those people who likes some distance between their mouths and vegetables, it may be somewhat surprising that I am head-over-heels for zucchini chocolate chip cake. My mom made it last night, and I love it just as much today as I always have.

Apparently, some horrible woman named MeMe Roth with the National Action Against Obesity group said she "saw diabetes" when she looked at AI winner Jordin Sparks. Though the death threats against her are equally reprehensible, does this woman not understand that to say such a thing of a 17 year-old girl can have irreperable damage. Why do you think all these starlets in Hollywood are drug addicts and anorexic -- because their weight is a subject of constant focus in the media. Jordin had the misfortune of being a traditionally-built girl who had to stand next to petite Ryan Seacrest who, in comparison, made her look enormous. But she's beautiful and her health and eating habits are none of anyone's business. Trying to fight obesity is a great thing, but saying a 17 year-old girl makes you think of heart disease puts you on the same level as Don Imus.

money, virginity, pancakes

Three things you should NEVER take from a woman without her express consent.

getting library fever

If you want to know what kind of crack team of librarians work at the Yale library, consider this. Earlier this week we finally got around to discharging (means getting on library shelves) a "new" book called...

"Pluto and Planet X."

I'm just waiting for "What to Do About Y2K" to come down the pipeline.

Had some delish chicken tikka masala and naan tonight, then went to see "Mr. Brooks" at the Criterion (not my choice). The lovely people behind us spent half the movie trying to figure out if Marg Helgenberger was actually Michelle Pfeiffer or not. I wished Kevin Costner would stop killing people onscreen and start killing people who can't keep their mouths shut during a particularly predictable film.

OK, so I was a little predisposed to hate the guy because his reaction to the "Daywatch" trailer was: "I'm not going to see that film. The trailer insulted my intelligence. It gave too much information."

Go take a gander at the "Daywatch" trailer (it's the sequel to the Russian blocbuster "Nightwatch") and tell me if you agree. Because honestly, I think this guy has way too high an opinion of his intelligence.

Will stop ranting now.

Highlight of the day: fixed the library copier for a handsome young man with rather fierce, leonine eyebrows. Spent rest of hour at empty returns desk considering how unpleasant sex on the returns desk would be on the knees, back, neck, so forth... and yet, totally worth it, just to have actually had sex in the library (which, for those of you who don't know, is like a grand Gothic European cathedral without all the damn catholicism).