I like books and poetry and books about poetry and even poetry about books… I also like movies and television shows and shoes. Shiny things, one and all. So if I post about something that can be bought in one form or another (with the exception of my husband, that is) that I think that you may be interested in (with the exception of my husband, that is), it’ll be below. I also make random confessions on what I’m reading and listening to as well.

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As Facebook is to Old Bars Named “Fat Woody’s”


The Baby’s name was going to be Emily.

Emily Ellis Bell Shakespeare.

Totally pretentious and totally perfect…

Except for the fact that she’d probably end up in a classroom with 12 other Emilys…

And her Valentine’s Day Cards would be addressed to “Emily12“.

Which would totally screw with …

Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are.

The Spawn of Shakespeare and I find ourselves spending a questioningly healthy amount of time bonding over various episodes, new and repeated, of Bones.

And I keep asking myself whether or not the show is entirely appropriate for children…

On one hand, they can name the majority of the …

whip it good…

I now have a *not* unprecedented urge to go out and spend all of my allowance on hot pink fishnets and roller skates.

Wanna come?…

P.S. Santa Claus isn’t really real.

The boys have been on my case for the last month about the new Transformers movie…

I was reminded on a daily basis that it was coming… And that I would need to put on my big girl panties and brave the theaters as soon as it did. (For those …

Hear that sound, George? Duh-uh-uh-uh! That’s Jane Austen spinning in her grave like a cat in a tumble-dryer.

Somebody must’ve tripped upon and then subsequently dislodged that surprisingly heavy rock under which I’ve been living here recently, as I finally got around to watching Lost in Austen this past weekend.

Although, to be completely honest, it wasn’t entirely the rock’s fault that I wasn’t aware of how wonderfully …

There Were No Natural Disasters in Madison..

Which really shocked me.

Since I was going to see Twilight.

And I really wanted to see Twilight.

And I, like, never really get anything I want without surviving a disaster or two first.

But as I was saying, there were no natural disasters in Madison.

And I …

‘Cause I’m a Total Slut Like That.

I’m still still alive.

And while things are still really hectic and topsy-turvy around these here parts, I thought I’d sneak in for a minute to say…

Neener. Neener.

Remember when I announced to the [bloggity] world at large that I’d do the deed for a nice pair of shoes

…Or At Least Give You a Really Decent Hand Job

Nicole Locher is my hero.

Don’t know who Nicole Locher is? Well, by all means, let me introduce you to her… Well, not her, exactly, but her clothing line:

Pretty little shirt, eh? Delicate and feminine with the added beauty of vintage-style embroidery.

It also says “will fuck for

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