The boogey man used to live in my closet (seriously, ask my dad) and blood-thirsty murderers used to hide in my shower when I was home alone. Oh, and Halloween? Witches were waiting to cook me and eat me around every corner.

It's a miracle I survived, really. Or...

If you told me one week ago that there was a web service out there that I would love as much as Facebook, Twitter or Gmail, I would have laughed in your face.

I would have laughed in your face and then tweeted about it.

If you told me that...

Forgive me for a moment while I make a gross generalization: Actors should stick to acting and singers should stick to singing.

I mean, come on people, remember when Michael Jordan played baseball? Just say no.

I've felt this way for a long time, but the excessive promotion of...

There was a time in my life when I knew the exact number of steps in the enchanted staircase at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I could tell anybody who would listen who authored the textbook Harry, Ron and Hermione used in their third year of Care of Magical...

As Javier Colon stood teary-eyed beneath pyrotechnics and a waterfall of confetti, I'll admit that I also eked out a tear or two.

Alright, so maybe three or four.

And when Colon's proud coach, Adam Levine, ran onstage to envelop him in what looked like a truly...