Here's Part 8 - in which back home she may be a little girl, but with pirates, Judy is a lady. And there is candy. So much candy.

Here's Part Seven - in which Judy gets a quickie and they all meet a slightly terrific magician. Judy is entreated to be a regular twin and not a sniveling girl.

Here's Part Six - in which Judy and Jimmy meet a manic depressive whale, a conceited seal, and a pelican. And stars apparently make squealing noises.

Here's Part Five - in which Judy, Jimmy, and Cinnamon Bear come across some unexpected help in the form of bureaucracy.

I forgot to kick this off on time ...again...

What follows is an old-time radio play about the Christmas Time Adventures of the Cinnamon Bear. Puce used to hear this at school every year before Christmas, and it was a big spoonful of nostalgia to find the whole thing on CD one year.

Right-click and save, babies, or launch this with your favorite MP3 program:

Here is Part One - in which we meet our friends Judy and Jimmy, and they go up to the attic to find the Silver Star, but find the Cinnamon Bear instead.

Here is Part Two - in which Judy and Jimmy chase after the Crazy Quilt Dragon in search of the Silver Star to Looking Glass Valley.

Here is Part Three - in which they are trapped at the bottom of Looking Glass Valley, and the Willy the Stork goes Stork Mad, and the Crazy Quilt Dragon is a liar and goes for a root beer dip.

Here is Part Four - in which Judy and Jimmy are arrested by the Inkaboos and brought before King Blotto the Third.

Part Five tomorrow!

For obnoxiously awesome photos of delicious food! Gecko sent me this idea and it was allllllllll over.

FOODIES: READ THIS BLOG.

But HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AFADOVEN!

I waxed poetic about her here.

I love her a lot.

We've pulled up to a drive thru; we're both too tired to cook dinner, we just wanna go home and forget about everything. He's had an anxiety-filled day of work, I've got a headache going on 5 days, and dammit, I want a milkshake.

We make our food order, and Puce leans over to me.

Puce: "What size do you want?"

Me: "Regular."

Puce sighs and puts his hand on my knee. "Okay. You ALWAYS do this. There's no such thing as 'regular' size. They have small, medium, or large. There's NO SUCH THING as Regular size. Medium or small? Which do you want?"

Me: We're sharing, so.. "Medium."

Puce (to the drive-thru guy): "And a medium pumpkin shake."

Drive-Thru Guy: "Actually we don't have a medium size, sir. Our shakes come in Regular or Large."

Me: *dissolves into fit of laughter*

Puce: "...Then we'll take a Regular."

Me (after I stop to breathe): "This is so going in LiveJournal."

Dear BBC:

You're all a bunch of bastards.

Sincerely,

Me.

My leather banded Pez watch
The photo album containing all of my childhood pictures
My red plaid Gripfast boots that matched my plaid miniskirt exactly
My two Nightmare Before Christmas sleep shirts that I wore CONSTANTLY at Bayside
My burgundy Tower Records hoodie
My black hoodie with the bleach stain that I loved because Puce gave it to me
My two babydoll teeshirts with punky cats on them

What awesome stuff did YOU lose that you wish you still had?

Often in our neighborhood, specifically at the apartment complex down the street, we see a company called Mow-Town taking care of the property. They have groovy vans, and it brings a smile to see them.

And then I found out today what their website is, and the site's even happier.

Legends of Landcare.

Too bad they're only commercial. I would hire them just based on the awesome.

A is for Amazon
B is for Best Buy
C is for Craigslist
D is for Dictionary
E is for eBay
F is for Facebook
G is for gmail
H is for Hotmail
I is for IRS
J is for JCPenny
K is for Kohl's
L is for Lowe's
M is for MySpace
N is for Netflix
O is for Orbitz
P is for Photbucket
Q is for Quotes
R is for Realtor.com
S is for Southwest Airlines
T is for Target
U is for USPS
V is for Verizon Wireless
W is for Wal*Mart
X is for XM Radio
Y is for Yahoo
Z is for Zillow

I have a new icon.

new site for lolz. this one made me laugh until I cried:( snipt for pic. )

I'm watching Bill Nye the Science Guy whilst doing my finances. It's currently the one about meteors and comets, which sparks a conversation between Puce and I over what the various planets are made of (I need to brush up on my astronomy).

I google "What is Venus made of" and come across this.

I shouldn't have found this nearly as funny as I did.

EVERYONE STOP GETTING INTO CAR ACCIDENTS.

THIS IS NOT A HIP NEW TREND.

STOP IT.

It's 10 in the morning, and the fan in the attic space has already kicked on because of the heat.

Summer can EFF OFF.

So that scone recipe? Isn't Chef Ian's. It's one I typed up from my textbook awhile back. I totally pasted in the WRONG RECIPE.

I mean, it's still a really good recipe. But it isn't Chef Ian's.

I posted his, here, back in May of 2006. THIS is the recipe I use anymore. THIS is the certified kickass Certified British scone recipe.

THIS is the best one. Sorry about that.

I think I posted this recipe before, but my darling Heartspunmom asked for a tasty scone recipe, and this is the best one. It was given to me by my bona-fide Englishman pastry instructor, so he should bloody well know scones.

Here is the entry about that.

( SCONES )

Who authorized this?!

Cats exploit their owners by purring.

Seriously. This is news?

..A child of maybe ten is walking along the breezeway behind my house, absolutely belting out "Cum On Feel The Noize".