Afternoon linkage

Pepto-Bismal Dance Machine. Enough said, really.

Sticking with the pink (which can be taken in so many ways), Bravo has a poll to vote for your favorite closeted animated character. My vote's with Peppermint Patty. So go, and please vote for her. In the lead right now is Stewie Griffin from Family Guy, but come on, it's Peppermint-fucking-Patty! Marcy calls her "Sir." She deserves to win!

Dick vs. soul. Pretty deep stuff, there. Copyranter always manages to make me laugh too loud at work, and today's post about online dating advertising made me quite giggly.

Speaking of making me laugh loudly at work, Gawker did just that with this sighting of Judith Miller. I had to go out for a cig after this; it was like really good sex. Coolfer's comment is also the height of too-muchery.

Online dating sites are just not that into you. Miranda Hobbes couldn't have said it better, herself.

So am I the only one getting sick of hearing about Jake Gyllenhaal playing gay in Brokeback Mountain and taking it like a man from Heath Ledger. What's that? I am the only sick of it? People want more explicit details? That's what I thought. I mean, he's hot and all, but, you know, it seems like that's all anyone can talk about anymore.

Did a spy work in the White House? And more importantly, does Judith Miller know his identity? Because don't ask her to reveal it, because she'll just head back to jail. She will. It's for our own good.

You know, I often eat more than I know I should. And oftentimes, I can't finish because I've already eaten too much. You know, the whole "my eyes are bigger than my stomach" thing. But still. I've never split open because I'm such a glutton! But I'm also not a python, so I guess that's good.

And finally ... The War of the Worlds ... WITH BUNNIES! Enjoy.