You may have noticed that my new columns are no longer being posted on this site …

When I started back at The World-Herald last year, most of the newspaper’s columns weren’t appearing in their entirety on omaha.com. This blog site was a step toward more accessibility and more online content for our readers.

Recently, The World-Herald has decided to share all of the newspaper’s columns — everything from Michael Kelly, Robert Nelson, Tom Shatel, Brad Dickson and me — online, all in one place. Which is a very good thing, I think.

This blog page won’t go away immediately. (Now’s your chance to comment on all those old Gleecaps.) But you’ll be able to find all of my new stuff at www.omaha.com/section/columnists — and, of course, in the Living section of our print edition.

If you’re curious about what’s going on with my book, Attachments, find me on Facebook or check out my author Web site — www.rainbowrowell.com.

Thanks for reading this site, and thanks especially for commenting. The most fun I had on this page was in the comments section.

I need to talk about Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

No. Seriously. I need to. I’m going crazy over here.

I’ve watched all seven seasons of Buffy in the last month, and my head is bursting with it. (That might be all that’s currently up there. ) But I’m seven years too late to find anyone who cares.

I’ve been stalking my friend Angie this weekend. She’s been lending me Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD three seasons at a time, and I’m ready for the end of the series.

“Ready” is a bit of an understatement.

As long as I’ve lived in Omaha, we’ve had big chain fever.
I can remember driving to Kansas City in high school and stopping to have our photo taken outside of the Gap (which must seem especially desperate and sad to anyone who can’t remember a Gap-free Omaha). If you had a Banana Republic T-shirt back then, it was as impressive as having actually visited a banana republic.
The Gap, Banana Republic, Pottery Barn, Anthropologie, Starbucks, Cheesecake Factory … Does anyone from Omaha still make the trip to Kansas City for shopping? …

And Christian Siriano came!

My husband was in the kitchen while I watched last night’s runway, and I kept shouting at him, “This was not supposed to happen,” “This is such an upset.”

I’d like to apologize to everyone who left comments on my blog entries that never showed up in the comments section. I opened the spam folder last night for the first time and found dozens of great comments (as well as hundreds of weird Russian-language messages and ads for camping equipment and illegal porn). Not sure why your comments ended up as spam, but I’m really sorry. I hope you didn’t think I was ignoring or disliking what you said.

I promise to check the spam folder regularly from now on. (And thank you to Melissa, who sent me an email asking me why I was ignoring everything she said about “Glee.”)

October is the best month of the year.

There’s no denying or debating or even discussing it.

If it weren’t for October, there’d be no reason to stick out Nebraska summers, year after terrible year. Everyone with any sense would have moved closer to the Arctic Circle a long time ago, if October weren’t sitting there for us, shiny and cool, at the end of every September.

In fact, there is so much to love about October, and so many awesome October things to do, that you could spend all of November and December just thinking about how you let it go to waste.

Don’t.

How many Octobers are you going to get in this life? Seventy? Eighty? If you’re lucky.

You’ve got to wring every ounce of wonderful out of October while it’s right in front of you. You’ve got to gulp it down while it’s still a little too hot. You’ve got to make a plan and stick to it like a whole bag of Kraft caramels.

You can use my plan if you want. Thirty-one ways to maximize all 31 days. I didn’t write it in here, but you should assume that every day starts with a deep sigh.

This season, Tim Gunn has been posting video blogs on his Facebook page. (Did you ever listen to his podcasts? They were better than watching the show.)

The video blog he posted last week was such a rant that he took it down. You can watch it on the Entertainment Weekly Web site.

It’s 12 minutes long and AWESOME.

If you’re old enough to have worn skinny jeans the last time they were popular, you’re probably too old to wear them now, right?

Right?

Too old and too fat, right? I mean, they are called skinny jeans.

So if you wore skinny jeans — and leggings and stirrup pants — the last time they were popular, some time in 1987, then you’re probably too old to wear them now . . .

Right?

No. Not right. Wrong, in fact. Wrong.

What sort of person spends $240 on a pair of shoes?

No, really, I’m asking.

Because I’ve recently spent $240 on a pair of shoes, and I can’t figure out what sort of person that makes me . . .