Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

Our highly intellectual, eccentric 16 year old son, Otis, spent today with one of his buddies, doing some work for his buddy’s father — 8 hours spent shoveling dry concrete into a wheelbarrow, then hoisting the wheelbarrow uphill, emptying it, … Continue reading →

I am feeling rather confessional today, mein poppets — and am hoping that you do, as well. So, what do you think is your WORST character trait — the part of yourself which needs the most work? For me…I’d say … Continue reading →

Mother of god. GREATEST BAND NAME OF ALL TIME? “Yolanda Be Cool.” SO FUCKING AWESOME…that I give it the most humble, lush, lavish compliment I am able: “Man, I wish I’d written that.”

“I didn’t have dough handed to me because of my good cheekbones. I had to earn it.” — Miss Neely O’Hara

KIDS? Shiiiiiiiiiiiit. Knitter, PLEASE. My kids can KISS MY BIG FAT ANCIENT ASS. Children are undeserving of such a FINE LAIR. I want one of these COMPLETELY OFF-THE-HOOK-AWESOME loft bedroom set-ups FOR ME! Talk about a ROOM OF ONE’S OWN. … Continue reading →

This song is SO FUCKING UNBELIEVABLY OFF TRACK…that it actually turns round upon itself — much like an infinity symbol skate-cut into an ice pond in a Multiplication Rock Video — and becomes COMPLETELY ON TRACK. Gosh, I really, really … Continue reading →

I gotta tell you that, despite my initial reservations on the subject, having someone tell you that, “Saying ON TRACK too much…is actually OFF TRACK.” is, in and of itself, COMPLETELY ON TRACK.

And speaking about my Lady Bits (and, let’s face it, when am I NOT?), I think that in order for me to get past the burning, scorching horror in which I currently dwell, I just really need to say out … Continue reading →

Last night I had the most entertaining dream that Miss Becky Thyre and myself were lying side by side on a psychedelic Pucci-lookin’ bedspread reading through an awesome old book of spells and potions that was REAL kitschy and REAL … Continue reading →

“Knit on, with confidence and hope, through all crises.” — Elizabeth Zimmermann, The Opinionated Knitter