The Queen of England and Duchess Catherine. What could they possibly have to talk about? Do you think Kate is all, “Oh, I just love the smell of begonias in spring” and the Queen is all, “Stuff it, bird?” I sure hope so. Your best guess in the comments, please.
As you may have surmised from the title of this post, our beloved Kate is leaving us today. (She’s off to bring her particular brand of genius to another lucky website!) I know, we’re sad too. Or really “sadz,” as Kate would say. How do we even begin to say goodbye to our pop culturista extraordinaire? I suppose we should start by thanking her for all she’s brought to the Frisky as a team member and a friend. Please join us in bidding adieu to the lovely K8 (that’s how she signs her name sometimes). After the jump, the things we’ll miss about her the most.
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Lost is the best show on television possibly ever for a lot of reasons, five of them being 1) Sawyer, 2) Jack, 3) Sayid, 4) Jin, and 5) Desmond. Also, the amazing, twisting, turning plot line that forces me to think about things like physics and gravitational pulls and time travel and wormholes, which I haven’t done since I was a Trekkie. There’s not a ton of sex and relationships on this awesome show, but the only positive thing about a “Kate” episode, is that you know there’s going to be some airtime for Sawyer’s shirtless chest. Last night was one such Kate episode, and the two got down in a scene that kind of made our loins burn. In a good way! We won’t give away any of last night’s plot twists (Oh. My. God. By the way.), but here’s a totally gratuitous image of Sawyer, for your enjoyment. [ABC: Lost] Keep reading »