1.  Hilary Duff has written a book.  This isn’t a tell-all celebrity autobiography either, it’s a novel.  Wow.  (If you don’t know who Hilary Duff is, I’m giving you an imaginary high-five.  Just pretend that I told you that Justin Bieber wrote a novel.  If you don’t know who Justin Bieber is, we should talk.)

2.  As I’m making fun of Hilary Duff and being all smug, I’m being serenaded by Taylor Swift.  Dang, I’m totally a hypocrite.  I really like Taylor Swift.  For all of her teenybopper fluffiness, she sings songs that are catchy and relatable and fun.  Sorry for not being nice to you, Hilary.  There’s only room in my heart for one teenybopper singer/actress type.

3.  It’s fun to watch clips of bizarre shows on The Soup, so watching those shows in their entirety might seem like ten times the fun.  That would be an incorrect assumption.  I tried out Harry Loves Lisa this morning, and I can now say with certainty that a little of that particular show goes a long way.

4.  Facebook informed me that I might know John Wayne.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t the John Wayne from Rooster Cogburn and True Grit.  That would have been fun.  (Not that I don’t want to know you, real John Wayne who shares some of my Facebook friends.)