- Note that Brasserie 8 1/2 has concocted from a certain cereal a “fritteresque” dessert they’re calling Special K Holes, but refrain from explaining why that’s funny. [via Gawker]

- Do savage violence upon anyone seen wearing NYC Bloggers merchandise; while the site has its many and various uses (the reviews are generally quite good), there’s no excuse for a baseball jersey advertising the wearer as a Brooklyn Blogger.

- Thank the rest of the world (apart from the Australians and New Zealanders, who were covered yesterday), for the birthday wishes and whatnot.

- Thank the grandparents for understanding the whole college student winter break thing and waiting until 10am to call with birthday wishes (even though they’re up by 7am).

- Cast dire aspersions upon the character and indeed the very soul of each professor who has yet to submit his or her textbook list to the bookstore, placing heavy emphasis on the fact that classes start tomorrow morning, you ill-mannered heathens, and wondering aloud when, exactly, the unfortunate students of such professors might be expected to acquire their books.

- Agree with Dooce, re: a woman’s right to use as much god damned toilet paper as she so desires, but express dissatisfaction with the floofy squishy quilted kinds that leave weird toilet paper fuzz in their wake.

- Celebrate the long-awaited arrival of the Common Reader catalog with a shamelessly gleeful dance of orgiastic dorkery; compound this with little squealy noises upon discovering that the new Granta was delivered on the very same day. No more trying to learn Russian on the train in the morning so as to at least be able to read a newspaper over someone else’s shoulder; between them, the Common Reader catalog and an unsullied Granta make for a good couple days’ worth of commutes taken care of.

- Partake of some leftover Skyy and tonic from NYE to wash down that excellent Thai lunch because, dammit, it may be a school night but it’s also my birthday.