When good buns go bad: Southern Living magazine has had to recall their April issue due to a potentially explosive recipe for icebox rolls.

Apparently everyone but me saw this months ago, but I still feel I should register my amusement at the Japanese toy Kaba-Kick, or Russian Roulette for kids.

For those of you who were watching college basketball yesterday, you may have heard my father shouting when Georgia Tech beat Kansas in overtime. (According to my mother the whole world could hear him.)

Go Yellow Jackets!

Some days I think the Web is getting tired and stale, and other days I chance across something like Nunsploitation — your online home for reviews of nun-related slasher and erotic movies. Thank you, crazy nun lovers, for reminding me just how amusing and a little concerning the Internet can be.

I am a compulsive magazine reader. Culture, fashion, entertainment, politics, academics — I love magazines. In fact, blogging appealed to me so much way back when because I used to read magazine articles and want to discuss them with someone.

Anyway, this is a cute idea: Reviewing Entertainment Weekly. This weblog goes painstakingly through every issue of EW and makes catty comments about pretty much everything. Also see: Fametracker’s overview of things they hate about the magazine. (My opinion: Give Dalton Ross and Lisa Schwarzbaum raises, and I appear to be the sole member of the “Bring back Joel Stein” club. It’s lonely being right.)

“I want to be the Apprentice!”

I’m pretty sure if Mr. Pith could appear on any reality show, he’d go mano-a-mano with The Donald and his Hair Weave of Doom. I, on the other hand, would definitely have to go old school evil on Survivor. No one ever suspects the nice girl with glasses.

Dear American News Pundits: leave off hockey. Yes, Canadians are renowned for being polite and humble, but that’s just because people always meet us on dry land. On ice, we will slam you into the boards. I know you all probably don’t understand — basketball and baseball are pretty bloodless sports — but hockey fans love seeing their team finesse the puck into the net AND throw their gloves on the ice and get into a rumble. Now blindsiding a player is bad form, even if it was part of an ongoing team grudge. But have you even seen the footage? It was a punch.. a really, really unlucky hockey punch. Anyway, perhaps you and your other American media cronies can stop acting all pious about violence in hockey (Rudi Bakhtiar, I am so talking to you) and go back to talking about your war, high-profile murder cases, and anti-Semetic hit movies.

Take off, eh. Hosers.

Me, me, me! It’s all about me! Actually, it’s all about work, but the article features a photo of me in a mildly intoxicated state. (Oddly enough I’m a little short of headshots here at the office, so this pic is from my birthday dinner last year. Our lovely graphic designer Erin photoshopped out the big umbrella drink.)

(And for the snark-inclined this is indeed both a weblog and a Jess-related clipping service, okay? Sheesh.)

Is this weblog really the home of a big-name celeb who wants to anonymously dish on Hollywood, or some kid in Iowa (or somewhere) who can fake showbiz talk? It’s probably the latter, but in the meantime we can all pretend to have an inside scoop on fame and fortune.

Vincent Gallo’s eBay account history: probably the only time in the known universe anyone has ever said “Vincent is a real pleasure to deal with”.

In honour of the Dawn of the Dead remake which comes out in a couple of weeks (and which I will probably despise with every fibre of my being) here’s a modern day tour of the infamous Monroeville Mall.

While I’m here, let me just clarify that although I love Dawn of the Dead, I have yet to indulge in making DotD crafts, although the idea of a zombie cross-stitch pattern is curiously appealing.