And you can enjoy Flavorwire’s love of “Green” songs, to really get you in the mood for puking later. Thanks to Buzzfeed, you can view 25 adorable animals celebrating today in style. Or learn about the holiday and its origins like a normal and productive member of society here. Enjoy!

And I’m not surprised Regis doesn’t get it, responses seen throughout blog comments all over the net really bothered me, especially as a lady with tats. While some of the comments were in support of Ripa and discussing the lack of pain that comes along with wrist tattoos, there were a lot of comments disparaging her, the shop and sadly her marriage. First, the work was done by one of the best in the city and possibly the country when it comes to script (not being biased, being honest). Since they have been married for 14 years and have three kids, I can’t imagine that a name tattoo now would do damage to their marriage and I think its cute they would want to celebrate that way. And yes, name tattoos can be an unconscious curse on marriages, but I don’t that is the case for all of them. But that’s not what really bothered me. The disparaging comments on her as a person, and as a lady, is really what got to me. In 2010, are we still so ass backwards that we think a beautifully executed last name in script on a wrist means dirty, tacky or worse, slutty? I get that tattoos aren’t every one’s thing – I’m not saying that you have to love hers or mine for that matter. But I think you need to be able to respect an adults decision to do what they want with their own body. Tattoos do not make you anything other than who you already are. Most of us use them as a commerative piece, a way to immediately immortalize a time in your life and others just like the way they look with a permanent collection on them. And they do not go hand in hand with bad, naughty or indecent behavior, as some small minded people still seem to think. I wonder if Mark had gotten her name tattooed on him woukd the commentary and the tone of the backlash have been the same. For some reason, I highly doubt that.

Thanks to Miramax and Melissa, I had the opportunity to sit down with Scott Hicks, the acclaimed director of the film, to discuss the movie in greater detail. The conversation helped me to understand why I was so emotionally involved in the film. The casting was spot on with Owen as the most effective sensitive man’s man I have seen in years, and the gentle artistry used by the two actors who played his sons was perfect. George MacKay who was the teenage Harry and Nicholas McAnulty, who played six-year old Arty, were perfect. McAnulty had never been on-screen before this movie, which Hicks believed helped him be authentic, especially in the case of dealing with such a heavy subject as the death of a child’s mother. Scenes like the one where Arty begins kicking the car seat and screaming were improved with the help of McAnulty, which was allegedly a bit unsettling to the normally rehearsed Owen. And for me, the film’s draw went above the actual content of the story and the perfect cast, and it really hit me with its beautiful shots and painstakingly curated score and soundtrack. Hicks explained that once he found the property he wanted the Carr home to reside on, he built the house on the spot. This helped with the feeling that home was in fact a home, and not a set on a sound stage. The lush landscapes and the palette of the film led to the subtly emotional strings that would continue to pull on my tear ducts throughout. But what I felt was the true ace in hole for the water works party was the usage of Sigur Ros throughout the film. In addition to the ethereal score from Hal Lindes, the songs provided by the Icelandic band meshed incredibly well with the overall tone of the film and the beauty that was going on behind the drama. Originally, Hicks was afraid to put Sigur Ros’ songs within the film during the editing process, as they tend to be more difficult in their licensing allowances, but once they saw the music teamed with the film they were on board. I mean how can you go wrong with a film about the life that comes along after death, with music provided by Sigur Ros and beauty provided by South Australia. I really appreciated that this film stayed away from the standard cheesy lesson learning tendencies Hollywood gives to family dramas. This movie, in essence, was about what we must do once we are forced to do things that are not only difficult, but are essential for our well being. It covers the idea of what true mourning is, simply a process that changes on a day to day basis and yes, it made me shed more than a handful of tears. The tears were shed though in celebration of the emotions behind the film and for those interested in a smart drama, I can not recommend this movie enough.

The Boys are Back opened in limited release on September 25th.

I remember waking up that day, after the towers were hit and me fearing the worst and hoping we would all find a way out of this. And while the horror of watching the events unfold over and over again on cable news was enough to give anyone some sort of stress disorder, I like to think of that day as the moment that my life took on a deeper meaning. I realized that day, after watching people fear for the lives and thousands of them losing theirs, that the time to be scared to engage in one’s life is over. I became invested in politics and aware of what was going on in my government and wanted to participate in making this place better. I like to think that 9/12 was the day that I got balls in regards to my own life and began going out there and attempting to get what I wannted. And I dont mean that in a selfish or silly way, but honestly that day opened my eyes to the fact that your life can not be planned, the future can not be told and you need to make every day count.

I wanted to discuss the brilliant article Pareene contributed over at Gawker, which called out Glenn Beck and his crew for looking upon 9/12 as some sort of joyous day, where America was harmonious. It wasn’t if you lived in NYC or if you had a family member who worked in the twin towers or the pentagon or within the military. On that day you were scared of what was to come and how you could move on and no amount of sticky American flags on the back of cars and empty promises like “These colors don’t run” could take back those events. We were united, but united due to fear. Politics still reared its ugly head, the media still covered up some things and nearly 4,000 families mourned their missing loved ones. And while I found a courage that day it wasn’t because of some false harmony pumping through NYC. It was because for the first time in my entire life this country was no longer protected, meaning neither was I. It was the day that I became an adult and had to face the harsh realities of the things that surround us in our cities, states and the world. There is nothing that can erase the memory of the feeling I had in my gut that day. And there is nothing that can erase from our collective memories, but hopefully as the years pass, and we as a nation evolve, much like I did that day, we can learn to find a peace with the evils of the world and the inadequacies of our own selves.

For some reason on reality shows, I tend to like people who I would avoid like the plague in real life, which is why I became enraptured in the G-rated romance of Jeff & Jordan. In my opinion, the two most attractive house guests the show has ever had and they seemed to be genuinely interested in each other for more than the “game factor”. They cuddled, learned more about each other and seemed interested in playing an honest game, which makes them aces in my book. They joined forces with Michelle and Russell a few weeks ago, when Jeff won the “Coup D’etat” power from America, after Russell was the most hated person in the house, courtesy of Chima’s rants and the other alliance, made up of Natalie, Kevin, Lydia, Chima and once upon a time Jesse. But since Jeff used his America given power to shake up the game and kick out Jesse, the power has gone to his head, leading him to make mistake after mistake. Once Chima flipped and got kicked out of the house, Jeff & Jordan for some reason gunned after Lydia, as opposed to Kevin, the actual competitor left from that alliance. They then listened to lies from Kevin and Natalie and back doored Russell, essentially cementing an exit for either Jeff or Jordan. When Jeff exclaimed over and over again that Russell got got, I had to hold back from screaming, you dummy, you got got.

These ridiculous power plays, kicking out members of your alliance, not to mention one of the most disliked house guests, which essentially guarantees you a win against him, just shows how this game can get to a person. Watching Jeff high upon the power ladder a few weeks ago and now basically digging his own tunnel to the Jury House is painful. Mainly because I thought, for once, I would have picked a winner on this show and that people don’t always allow power to corrupt them on these time of programs. Either, I didn’t realize that Jeff was this stupid, to believe members of the competing alliance, that Jeff was never that honest to begin with since he had no issue back dooring Russell or the minute I like you, you will lose on a reality competition show. With Thursday’s vote, we will see one of the strongest players in Big Brother history get the ol’ heave ho because he messed up his own game. Which is why I will try my best never to get involved in such a silly show ever again. Oh who am I kidding, when does the next season start?

Are any of you watching this show? If you are, what do you think about this season so far?

To this day, this subway station is not actively patrolled by cops, nor MTA workers and remains one of the unsafest in the whole system. In fact, a few friends were heading back to their Brooklyn apartments on the G around 2AM about a month after the incident and were actually yelled at by the MTA clerk in the booth to “get out of here before you all get raped”. My complaints with the MTA and my local representatives seem to not have made a difference, so maybe if some of you hear this woman’s ordeal, imagine being attacked and knowing people are there listening to your screams and doing NOTHING TO HELP, and start telling others, justice will be served. The victim is currently trying to sue the MTA for not doing their jobs that night and a judge informed her and her attorney that there is no case here. So I guess “See something, Say something”, only goes for people NOT ON THE MTA payroll. This makes me sick. Let’s make sure that some justice is served here.

The video stars so many young Hollywooders it resembles an UsWeekly party. The scene stealers are the always funny Nicole Sullivan and Thomas Lennon, who play Efron’s embarassing Uncle Hank and girlfriend. And while its hard for anyone to hold a candle to that sort of funny, Zac does a good job as the straight man in this parody (No thats not some undercover gay joke). After all this, I’m excited to see whats the next step in Efron’s blossoming career.

So what do you think of this pool party??

Here is a great trailer and some interview footage, courtesy of MTV.com.