When I was young (and men were men, etc. etc.), my family would sometimes pose silly, hypothetical questions to each other: if you were a Beatle, which would you be? If we believed in arranged marriages, who would you have me marry? Being relentlessly analytical, these questions often led to hour-long discussions of Beatlesy merits, […]
Back in 2007, my Fairy Godmother sent me a copy of Josh Groban’s Christmas album. When Grackle walked in and saw the album on my bed, he asked “When did Josh Groban get himself taxidermied?” Since that pithy remark, I’ve never ‘shopped my eyeballs… and I’ve never looked at Mr. Groban quite the same way.