2. J.Crew deserves a junkpunch for this one:

3. Owl in a box!! I may have a new favorite animal. Sorry, llama.

I’m taking the opportunity to launch the newness and kick my own ass by participating once again in National Blog-Posting Month. Join it up, bitchez!

Does this count as a post?  Can I stop now?

Name a book that changed your mind or opened your eyes.

This didn't necessarily change my mind, but I was amazed and touched to find a crazy family story that so closely mirrored my own. Abnormal amount of siblings? Love/hate relationships with family members? Religiously misguided mother causing more lasting damage than saving any souls? Check, check and check.

I want others to read it, but also want to hoard it to myself and read it annually.

I got up at 9:00 this morning, just in time to catch Alex Guarnaschelli’s cooking show, which I licked up. Spent a satisfying morning running, yard-saleing, gardening, cleaning and visiting the landlady.  P climbed out of his coffin at 2pm, and since we are NOT allowed to do any business work today, it has been a nice, chill Saturday.  AND THEN I ATE SOUP FOR LUNCH.  

Sorry, but I’m warming up to writing at all, let alone daily.  Check back in around the 13th of the month.  I should at least have an amusing poop story by then.  

Let us seek relief from dull writing in weak photography.

Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.

Art by Square Cherry (marker on construction paper) and Julie Waltz-Stalker (oil on canvas). No trick-or-treating for us last night; we did not canvas the neighborhood and no children came to us, even when we left the bowl of candy outside on our stoop. Does this make me a non-spinster, crazy cat lady with no cat? I hope so. Especially if it means I get to yell at teenagers. Leggings are not pants! Note the Christmas candy. Those price-gauging drugstores are selling Christmas candy among the eleventh-hour bins on Halloween night.

Naturally, I would have 2 hours worth of technical difficulties, in which I refused to ask P for help in loading up a new imeem playlist and slipping its code into the correct place, but after he became sick of hearing all the goddammits and huffing coming from the studio and I had hurled my martyred self across the bed, he very graciously went through it with me. And again, the machine noticed that the person using it had a penis and cooperated exactly as it should have.

So here is my musical offering, gentle reader (I know there’s only one of you. Hi, KL!).

1. Music is the Victim- Scissor Sisters. One of my favorite work-out songs, and very appropriate because my daddy actually DOES go on a “dog run.”

2. You Turn Me On, I’m a Radio- Joni Mitchell. Fell in love with her in college, thanks to my matchless roompit’s CD collection and haven’t looked back. This song is completely out of sync with the others on this list, so you will perhaps want to save it for sunny afternoon of dancing around in the house in your underwear.

3. I Love to Boogie- T Rex. From the Billy Elliot soundtrack!

4. Fat-Bottom Girls- Queen. Inappropriate! Rousing! Why can’t high school choirs sing this? May lead to raccous lip-syncing and compromising rock-star poses.

The BlurboDooces and I at the Things I Learned About My Dad book signing in Brooklyn. I don’t think I’ve ever been so starstruck in my life. Buy it.

me, aside: Jesus took your sins, not your towels.

Fussy has launched a NaBloPoMo Encore, for all non-November months, too.  The theme for March is lists; I like that themes are given, as it’s very helpful to have a starting place, and lists are easy as your mom. 

I’m considering it.  Not a full-on legal committment, but perhaps I shall live in sin with the idea.. off and on… in and out.   

But it would sure be handy to have a stylus for this thing. Wonder if anyone will make one soon.