How do I trick my sister into naming her baby after me?

Nothing says J like this cracked-out coffee-bean design.
The more I think about stuff, the more important it is for me to get my way about it. But especially with my sister’s baby-naming process.

As mentioned in my previous My Sister’s Pregnant blog, which sort of went viral with its impregnated self, my proposal to insert my name into the “Middle” slot of the birth certificate has been psychotically submitted, with the words “DO THIS (if you know what’s good for your baby’s future)!” on the cover page and lots of footnotes in the shape of actual baby feet. Too aggressive, or just right?

How to stop hating people in 15 minutes

Float like a butterfly, hate like a bee.My never-ending quest to force my brain to stop hating people has brought me straight to the practices of the Far East, where I’m pretty sure monks and other calm individuals sit around on mountaintops and meditate all day. I’d love to see how centered those lip-sealers would be if I unleashed, say, a gaggle of annoying long-storytellers into their hallowed personal space. Let’s make it happen!

MTV Cribs: D-list author edition. Come on in!

1998 called. It's watching this.Oh, here’s someone’s TV (not claiming it). Just look at that technology, would you? It’s gotta be at least 32 inches, right? (That’s what she said. Not my sister. Some hot girl who calls herself your mom, I think.) And the convex screen really enhances the picture in ways you can’t even imagine because it’s hard to remember what things were like back in 1998. I also like the wide-body style, much better than those flat screens that barely give you any machinery for your money.