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Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself. Then, pick six of your friends and tag them; no tag backs. This explanation should be included. Six … Continue reading →

Take one film — one single film in the entire history of films — and claim it as your own. Which film would it be? What is the one film that says the most about who you are? What you … Continue reading →

My husband, Gregory, is — just like the rest of us — smitten with the fabulous Ms. Ayun Halliday…whom he called, “An interesting combination of goofy and sexy.” And how.

From the Inexplicable Life Files of Muffy P. Bolding: At the MIGHTY New York City Bust Craftacular in December, NO LESS THAN FOUR separate crafty girls approached me to tell me I look exactly like Exene Cervenka. Other than the … Continue reading →

To all our Knittas out there: If you are on Ravelry — and have a knitting obsession, a foul mouth, and a scandalous soul — please join the group founded there by myself, CJ Arabia, and Kimberly Scott — The … Continue reading →

As a child, I fervently believed that Mincemeat Pie was made from mouse meat…and therefore, refused to eat it.

Restauranteur Elaine Kaufman of Elaine’s Restaurant in NYC, surrounded by some of her distinguished clientele from amongst the creme de la creme of the New York literati. A friend recently told me they saw a picture of Elaine Kaufman in … Continue reading →

Awhile ago, my son, Hunter, and his entire crew of then-11 year old skateboard buddies were lounging around my living room — eating Hot Cheetos, drinking root beer, and watching South Park. I had an appointment and was way in … Continue reading →

Mark your calendars, my Scandalous Knitty Exhibitionists! “World Wide Knit in Public Days 2010” are the 12th & 13th, as well as the 19th & 20th, of June. The Vulgarian Yarn Mafia Los Angeles Chapter will undoubtedly hold some sort … Continue reading →

We shot the film Furnace at the spooky old Nashville State Penitentiary a few years ago, in the freezing cold dead of winter. First things first: Nashville is motherfucking COLD — colder than a whore’s heart. I had no idea, … Continue reading →