Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

Hands down, the best and wisest advice I ever got was from my fabulous, scandalous Sicilian granny, Rose: “Honey, go and sit in the car when you pluck your chin; the light is better out there.”

A really marvelous, interesting, and inspiring piece on where the music industry is headed — BACK INTO THE HANDS OF THE MUSICIANS, motherfuckers. According to the amazing Amanda Palmer of The Dresden Dolls, “Everyone has to stop thinking there is … Continue reading →

My passionate love affair with the Kinks continues. “Powerman” makes me weep — perhaps because it reminds me so much of the music that my brilliant husband makes. Methinks I really do need to kiss his lippies.

Miniature knitter!

Life is FAR too short to use cheap, shitty yarn.

To all you right wing pricks whining that Obama hasn’t fixed us up all nice yet: FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU. It took your boy, Bush, 8 years of ass-raping us with no lube to get us where we are in the first … Continue reading →

To all my crunchy, tie-dyed, big-bushed, hairy-armpitted, patchouli-reeking comrades out there — and god knows there are many: I love you and admire your commitment to protecting the earth, but GOOD GODDAMN…all your hippie household cleaning products don’t work FOR … Continue reading →

I fall in love with the heads of dead men and poets.

“As I get older, I just prefer to knit.” — Tracey Ullman