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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yummy!

Because I'm watching "Storytellers" on VH1 Classic and have spent the evening reading issues of Rolling Stone from the '70s and early '80s, I feel the need to post a photo of my very first RSBF: We've been together since 1982. I think we're gonna make it.

Is that an egg sac? It's too small to be a nut sac.

Can I FedEx my sewing machine and the stuff I bought to make curtains and dog beds to you?

I'm going to donate my portion to a same-sex couple so they can afford to pay for their commitment ceremony.

That is the coolest pattern ever!

Me! Me! Thanks! I think we have most of them downloaded already, but many of them are in rough shape.

I'll keep that in mind as I knit more octopodes. There are plans for an octopus army.

We have an octopus! Her name is Trippy:

Tori Amos is another one. Used to absolutely love her. Now, she gives me menstrual cramps, even when I don't have my period.

Yep, that's another one for me. That last album just completely lost me.

I'll post a picture, but you've gotta read to get to it. I taught cooking classes for kids a few years ago. When I first started, I was completely disgusted by how little the kids and their parents knew about nutrition. It was across all economic lines. I was working at a non-profit arts center, so my students included kids from affluent families as well as inner-city kids on scholarships. On the first day of class, we'd go around the room and talk about favorite and least favorite foods. Overall, it was rare to have a kid who wasn't eating fast food several times a week. There was also the

I used to love the Red Hot Chili Peppers, too, but have lost interest. I do agree that "Blood Sugar Sex Magik" is still an excellent listen. That double-album they released a year or two ago? I couldn't get interested in it at all. I used to dig all the riot grrrrrrl stuff, but aside from a few songs, it just doesn't do much for me anymore. Probably because I'm cranky and middle-aged instead of angry and young. I used to make a sport of making fun of Morrissey, but I've developed quite an appreciation for The Smiths over the past few years.

St. Louis is such a great place! Yeah. That gave me the cold shivers. Speaking of disposable pop stars who probably store bodily waste products in their closests, James Blunt is on Sesame Street right now, singing "You're Beautiful" about triangles. I kind of want to die right now. I don't want to live in a world where this exists. This can't be good for children. Or anyone.

Big butts make you smart.

I thought it was goofy at first, but the game's what finally motivated my husband to start learning to play guitar for real. I haven't seen him so excited about a new hobby in forever. Yeah, he might not get very far, but at least he's finally giving it a try. On the same note, I've always had a terrible fear of singing in public after a really bad incident in sixth grade. As much as I love music, I've always been hard-pressed to even quietly sing along at concerts or sing lullabies to my kid. Some friends of ours recently got Rock Band, and I was thrown into being the lead singer. Lo and be

I can't say that I feel like Jessica Simpson's forced in my face on a regular basis, probably because I don't partake in the types of places she frequents. I pretty much avoid most of the pop culture outlets and if I choose to read them, well, I've got it coming, then. I do think she looks too unnatural to be pretty. But that's just me. Having a daughter, I am pretty concerned about how media images of women are going to shape her. But as her parent, it's my job to control her access to those images and help her develop a strong enough sense of self to manage those images later in her li

Hmmm ... I'm making the octopus as a gift for a friend's son's first birthday. However, his momma's a doula. She'd totally dig the knit uterus. I seriously considered knitting the little guy a pair of boobies. He's obsessed with mine. Every time I hold him, I eventually have to pry him out of my cleavage.

I'm playing Tivo catch-up. The guy in Dallas who'd never kissed a girl? He had a key-shaped pendent and his dad wore a heart-shaped one that the key fit into? Creepiest people in the world. Edit: I was wrong. The guy with the bag of fingernails is the creepiest person in the world. That's one step up from storing his poo in little jars in the basement.

I'm knitting an octopus.

Whip out the graph, Edie!

It was far too easy. I'm in need of any victories I can get today.

I'm 5'3", female, and in need of a turntable so I can have one more thing on which to spend my money.

Can it possibly be better than Glenn Danzig's appearance on the show?

I just read this. Bah!