“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights sleep, worked too long and too hard in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.”—
She will write, executive produce and star in the comedy about a Bridget Jones-type doctor trying to navigate her personal and professional lives.
Fox is getting into the Mindy Kaling business.
The network has officially picked up to pilot an untitled comedy from The Office’s Kaling that would star the writer-actress as a young Bridget Jones-type doctor trying to navigate both her personal and professional lives. The project, which hails from Universal TV, would be written and executive produced by Kaling, with Parks and Recreation and The Office’s Howard Klein on board as a nonwriting executive producer.
“Nothing will make me watch Glee again — recently, one of our readers compared quitting Glee to seeing the ocean for the first time, and it’s true that I do feel very happy now that I’m not spending two hours a week complaining about it (almost as happy as the people to whom I was complaining).”—The Fug Girls just get me.
“Previously on Downton Abbey, the Dowager Countess continued to be correct about everything, from her choice of tea time furs to her assessment of every county shenanigan; Cousin Isobel came down with a dreaded case of Insufferability; Thomas officially changed his last name to Malfoy and purchased a parcel of land in Wiltshire where he made plans to one day build a manor of his own; Mrs. Patmore got engaged to William on Daisy’s behalf; Lord Grantham began wearing all of his army uniforms at once, layer upon layer of woolen tunic and trousers, lest anyone doubt his commitment to the war effort; and Michelle Dockery’s eyebrows garnered their very own (well-deserved) Emmy and Golden Globe nominations.”—
Heather Hogan, AfterElton
Personally, I think Michelle Dockery’s eyebrows were robbed of an Oscar nom.
In the UK, Bloomsbury is launching a new imprint, Circus, “unashamedly literary” and publishing “mostly fiction.” They will publish 9 books the first year, growing to four titles a month thereafter. Saying they are “determined to make our books look more desirable and collectible than ever,” Circus titles will be published as “unusually-sized trade paperbacks with photographic covers, wide flaps and colour printing inside the cover.” The line launches May 10 with Will Davis’s THE TRAPEZE ARTIST.
That sounds like my dream job, if Circus were in NY instead of London.
“Uh, no thanks. I read Lord of the Flies. I know how this works—everyone starts dancing around the fire and painting their faces and worshipping a decapitated pig head and then someone gets hit by a boulder and plummets to their death—and, surprise, it’s the fat kid in glasses.” Liam started laughing, but even I could see how uncomfortable Chubs looked. “I think I’m going to play it safe and go read—and, hey, there’s Ruby! You two can enjoy the degeneration of human nature without me.”—
The Darkest Minds
(You might remember this line from a while back—this was one I fought to keep in the story, adjusting the context and the level of Chubs’ vitriol.)
You want to be “stable” and see yourself make real progress. You would love to find the key to adulthood (Um, I think I saw it at Crate & Barrel next to the colanders) and not want to get drunk at happy hour anymore. It’s quickly turning into unhappy hour and you’re trying hard not to become a casualty of your age. You want nothing more than just to make it through the twentysomething rain and land on a nice job, a nice couch that wasn’t purchased from IKEA, and, most importantly, someone’s nice dick and/ or vagina.
You want to know that you’re not insane, that there are other 24-year-olds have never been in a relationship before, or that other people have gotten too drunk and vomited on their taxi driver before and it’s all okay because this is growing up. Or something. You’re not actually sure. You never received an official manual but you figure that this is what it’s all about — feeling alienated and vomiting on strangers and never having as much sex as you would like. You just want to know that the things you’re going through aren’t unique, that other people are in the same rickety brokedown palace of a boat. I mean, you don’t mind being crazy so long as there are people out there who are equally as psycho. You’d prefer it if they were actually crazier than you, so you could feel good about yourself and where you’re at in your life.
What’s more annoying, relating too hard to Thought Catalog or to Some E-Cards?