Marry Me.

You guys don't know me too well yet, so I don't want to frighten you off, but in the interest of film spork introductions, I should introduce you to my husband. (After the jump...)

Alan Alda.

Yeah, yeah, I know it's weird.  I can't help it. 

In equally odd news, and the reason for this diversion, today I saw this. 

Which is just about the best thing ever, and I desperately want to visit, in my robe, and drink dry martini's while mocking MacArthur.

If you designed that and are reading this, message me for my phone number.