Monday, March 12, 2007

Time for a Face Lift!

I've decided to pick this puppy back up again. I have a handful of posts in the works and few ideas brewing for some more. I've upgraded to the new blogger, and since I'm starting up again, figure I may as well give the good gorilla blog a new look.

So sit tight, I hope to mess around with it in the next week or so and will begin posting again shortly! (I know, you're waiting with baited breath).

I'll be back on my soapbox in no time. Post at you soon!

Friday, March 02, 2007

Air Supply vs. My Soapbox

Air Supply showed up in the Freshly Ripped section of eMusic today. Yeah. Air Supply. I’d like to take a moment to discuss why Two Less Lonely People in the World is possibly one of the Worst. Songs. Ever. Yes, each word is capitalized and gets its own period, it’s that horrible. It’s so bad I couldn’t link to the whole song. A 30 second sample is nearly too much.

And hey, what better way to dust off this old blog than climbing on my soapbox?

With the help of a lyric site that I’m sure infected my computer with spyware, let’s take a look a why this song sucks as hard as it does.

I was down my dreams were wearing thin
When you’re lost where do you begin
My heart always seemed to drift from day to day
Looking for the love than never came my way
Hot damn, can you smell the desperation? Riddle me this: if you’re down and your dreams are wearing thin, if you’re so lost you don’t know where to begin why the hell would you look to get into a relationship with someone? That kind of logic falls into the same world as “a baby will save our marriage” or “I’m going to call him 20 times a day; then he’ll want me back”.

I get feeling sorry for yourself. We all deserve a good pity party from time to time. But looking for someone to fix that part of you? That just screams of the three D’s: denial, displacement, and damn scary. Moving on…

Then you smiled and I reached out to you
I could tell you were lonely too
One look then it all began for you and me

Beautiful. There’s the start of a healthy relationship. It’s so romantic, confusing codependency with love at first sight.
The moment that we touched I knew that there would be
Two less lonely people in the world
And its gonna be fine
Out of all the people in the world
I just can’t believe you're mine
In my life where everything was wrong
Something finally went right
Now there's two less lonely people
In the world tonight
There is a difference between intimacy and nurturance – I’m pretty sure this fellow thinks they are one in the same. That makes me queasy. I just have an image of two people locked in a white-knuckled death grip embrace, terrified to let go. Laying claim to another person is clearly a sign that healthy boundaries have not been defined. And hey, if you’re looking to get saved, the only person you should be looking to establish a relationship with is Pat Robertson.

Just to think what I might have missed
Looking back how did I exist
I dreamed, still I never thought I’d come this far
But miracles come true, I know cause here we are
That’s right, define your self-worth through someone else. The real miracle is that this relationship can last under the crushing, suffocating weight of expectation, entitlement and perfection – even if it’s just for “tonight”.


Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Favorite Song of the Week: Pure Horsehair - Red Night

I love fall. It's my favorite season. I find that in fall, I tend to listen to more acoustic, folky, americana type music. Especially those songs that sound simple to the ear, yet are deliberate in their details.

Pure Horsehair delivers that sound for me. I find it particularly in their song Red Night.

Listen: Pure Horsehair - Red Night mp3

Listen and hear how the music compliments the lyrics beautifully. The acoustic guitar, the strings, the way it just fades to an end. It's a lovely song that is over far to quickly.

Pure Horsehair is the partnership of Garret Devoe and Shahzad Ismaily.

Garrett Devoe songs, singing, stringing...was born in Fort Huachuca, Arizona & raised in Mechanicville, New York...listens to albums in full...prefers broken in instruments.

Shahzad Ismaily the dew on the grass & a foot to the American of Pakistani decent, was born in a manger & raised in rural Pennsylvania...listens only to his favorite songs while thoroughly digesting written treatises on theory, composition, form and acoustics...considers just about everything an instrument.
Aubade was released early in 2006. I can't recommend this album enough; it's a perfect way to get your fall season started. For those of you in climates that lack the biting chill, the falling leaves and the incredibly precious moments of sunshine that a Wisconsin October offers, this album may just convey it through music. eMusic subscribers can find the album here.

Enjoy more Pure Horsehair here as well as on their myspace site.

*** Favorite Song Last Time I Had One: Ray LaMontagne - Big Boned Woman (take 2) ***

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Friday, September 08, 2006

Favorite Song of the Week: Ray LaMontagne - Big Boned Woman (take 2)

For Christmas last year my pop gave me one of those “quote-a-day” calendars. Being the kind of girl that I am, he gave me the Wild Words From Wild Women desk calendar. There have been quite few good quotes from it, but I really liked the one from Thursday, Sept. 7th.

“Sometimes when I’m feeling sad or lonely, I’ll have a snack, like a brownie or a cupcake, and it makes me feel better. I don’t think that’s such a big deal because I know a lot of women who, when they’re feeling sad or lonely, will have a baby.” – Jessica Delfino, self-professed “singer of dirty rock songs”

Right on sister.

In the spirit of that quote, I give you my favorite song of the week.

Listen: Ray LaMontagne - Big Boned Woman (take 2) mp3

Not being of the 2% body fat hipster crowd, I get it. A woman isn't supposed to be made up of straight lines and hard angles. We're supposed to have curves... breasts, hips, thighs. Physicaly strong? Oh you betcha. Curves that tempt but with thighs that could crush a man lacking the ability to appreciate them.

Ray LaMontagne gets it. He has a voice that can woo any woman, a beard that will tickle all the right places and story that'll charm the pants off you.

Ray LaMontagne's alarm clock delivered a life-changing epiphany when it blared Stephen Stills' "Treetop Flyer" at four in the morning to get him up for his dead-end job at a Lewiston, Maine shoe factory. "It's like a light went off and everything became very clear to me," LaMontagne recalls in a measured tone, nearly 12 years later. "That period of my life was a dark, dark time, but I knew at that moment exactly what I wanted to do; I wanted to play music."

If you dig it, go buy some of his schwag. Listen to more of his songs and be his friend at myspace.

And never forget, a big boned woman could put the mash in your potato.

*** Favorite Song Last Time I Had One: The Washdown - Right Foot ***

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Friday, June 02, 2006

I think just maybe I'll get back on this horse...

No really, I think I may.

I'm kinda like a kid with a new toy. It's fun and interesting and all I want to do is play with it. But sooner or later, the novelty wears off and I leave it stashed in the corner of my bedroom collecting dust.

I think maybe it's time to dust of my blog and get it going again.

In the interest of doing just that, lets start things off with...

The Friday Morning Shuffle
Bust out your mp3 player and hit shuffle... what was your first 10?

1. Tim Easton - Poor, Poor LA
2. Erin McKeown - Queen of Quiet
3. Central Falls - Latitude
4. Yo La Tengo - Last Days of Disco
5. Magnolia Electric Co. - Leave the City
6. The Killers - Somebody Told Me
7. Sondre Lerche - It's Too Late
8. Led Zeppelin - Good Times Bad Times
9. Crystal Skulls - Beat Me To It
10. The Gossip - Your Mangled Heart

Friday, May 05, 2006

Cinco de Mayo Recipe

Yes, I know. I leave to go a short vacation in March and bam! I loose all ambition to blog. It doesn't help that I have commitment issues and as soon as i feel I have to do something I won't.

Ah yes, the life of me and all of my lame excuses. Can't believe I've even slacked on the Favorite Song Of The Week. Need to get back on this wagon, don't I? I'll think about it. Maybe this weekend. But then again, maybe not...

In the meantime, a super yummy Mexican flavored recipe great at room temp or cold out of the fridge. Fill a pita, make a wrap or just eat with a fork - it's simple and quite tasty.

Southwestern Chicken and Bean Salad

2 medium scallions, chopped
1/2 medium red bell pepper, chopped
1/2 can diced green chilies
15 oz can black beans, rinsed and drained
15 oz can corn, drained
2 Tbs lime juice
1 Tbs olive oil
8 oz chicken breats, grilled and chopped
2 Tbs taco seasoning (about 1/2 of 1.25 oz packet)
1/4 cup fresh cilantro, chopped
sour cream (optional)
jalapeno hot sauce (optional)
beer (optional, but why choose not to??)

- Combine scallions, peppers, beans and corn in a large bowl; toss until well mixed

- Add lime juice and oil to bean mixture; toss to coat. Add chicken, taco seasoning and cilantro; toss. Add a couple dashes of jalapeno hot sauce to spice it up. Crack open a beer and enjoy your salad topped with sour cream or additional cilantro!

1 serving = 1.5 cups Makes 4 servings

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Favorite Song of the Week: The Washdown - Right Foot

I've never been one to gladly follow rules and regulations. I have problems being told I "should" do something. I have a slight issue with authority. I don't like people telling me what I can and cannot do.

I cook, I don't bake -- too many rigid specifics in baking recipes.
I roll in to work at 8:07 every morning, not 8:00 like the handbook says.
I never match my bra and panties simply because they are supposed to match.

I damn The Man.

Oh sure, mismatched undergarments may not seem like much to anyone else, but it works for me. I believe everyone needs to damn The Man some way, every day. That's the beauty of punk culture.

Rebel a little, live on the outside, embrace the DIY ethic, be passionate about your politics, support the little guy. You'd be surprised the kind of company you'll find yourself in.

This brings me to my favorite song this week.

Listen: The Washdown - Right Foot mp3

I usually start off my morning with a little punk. Turn on my monitor (yes, 7 mins late), get a cup of coffee and treat my earbuds to some loud punk music as I peruse my calendar for the day.

One of my favorite morning flavors is danceable punk. Great energy, but still a little too rough, a little too loud. That's why I dig The Washdown. A 5 piece band from Tampa, The Wasdown plays music similar to Hot Hot Heat and The Hives, but not as flashy or radio-friendly.

Right Foot is found on Say Yes To Everything and can be found at Lookout Records. According to their myspace site "Washdown is no more". Too bad - these guys must've put on a great show.

*** Favorite Song Last Week: Morningwood - Take Off Your Clothes ***

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Favorite Song of the Week: Morningwood - Take Off Your Clothes

I like the Olympics.

It's amazing what those people can do. I enjoy watching the skating, skiing, skeleton -- all of those events that I'm completely incapable of doing myself.

There is one thing in particular about the Olypics that I absolutely love: thighs.

I just love Olympian thighs. Start with the figure skaters. Long, lean muscles spinning and toe-picking around. Skiiers in the tight little bodysuits weaving down the side of a mountain.

The speed skaters always get me. Their thighs are simply amazing - especially the women. Beautiful. I thought they were the end all and be all of the Olympic thighs. Then, I see the ski jumpers.

Taught muscles as they fly through the air, deep lunges when they land. And then, at the very bottom, how they spread their legs to slow down. I'm covered in an immediate and deep flush, followed by a breathless "wow".

I dedicate my favorite song this week to Olympic thighs.

Listen: Morningwood - Take Off Your Clothes mp3

Morningwood is a retro-rock NY band frtoned by the curvaceous Chantel Claret. I can't say I adore the whole album, but Take Off Your Clothes is so sexy and dirty, I can't help but listen to it over and over again. I'd rank it up their with Liz Phair's Flower as one of the best horny girl songs I've heard.

Enjoy the tune, become Morningwood's friend, then go tittie tag all of your friends.

*** Favorite Song Last Week: Califone - When Leon Spinx Moved Into Town ***

Monday, February 20, 2006

Non Sequitur: Karaoke Without Alcohol?

I came across an interesting little snippet of news the other day.

Karaoke bars in Vietnam will no longer be allowed to sell or have alcohol on their premises as part of the country's continued campaign against so-called 'social evils', a government official said Friday.

Such an interesting cultural difference, don't you think? I can't imagine there would be a bar anywhere in the US that would stop selling alcohol on Karaoke night. As far as I'm concerned, to do so would be the 'social evil'. Listening to someone who thinks they are the next Britney Spears or Kid Rock without having a beer buzz is not my idea of a good time.

"The decree will definitely help reduce negative activities in karaoke bars and discotheques," he said.

Hm. Now there's an interesting point. The freer the booze is flowing, there's better chance you'll hear a botched version of "I Got You Babe". And that my friends, truly is a negative activity.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Favorite Song of the Week: Califone - When Leon Spinx Moved Into Town

Have you ever had one of those days where nothing seems to go quite the way you wish it would? How about a week of that? A month?

Lately it's been feeling that way. I can't say everything is horrible - it's not. Just not as good as I wish it would be. It feels like everything is just a bit off... not fitting quite like it should.

I liken this feeling to being in Disneyland. On the surface, everything looks great. Buildings are painted nicely, streets are clean, plants are well taken care of, everyone you see has a shiny, happy face. It all looks good and nice, but there's this nagging feeling that something isn't quite right. Something dark hiding beneath the surface. You can't put your finger on it, but you find yourself stealing glances over your shoulder not quite sure what you expect to find.

I've found myself listening to a lot of Califone this week - it's complimenting this "not quite right" mood of mine.

Califone has that perfect mix of folk-twinged rock secured in bluesy roots with touches of punk and melodic strings to make a great sound.

However, as you listen, you feel something else... something under the surface that you can't quite define. Could be the lyrics. Or the way a piano trickles in and out of a song. Maybe it's the orchestrated feedback from a guitar. Whatever it is, it's something base and instinctual that sticks in your gut.

This snippet from a Pitchfork review describes the feeling better than I ever could:
If you pump Califone through a decent pair of headphones, it's alarmingly easy to synchronize your body to their songs: inhalations become bowed strings, heartbeats mimic steady, muted drums. It's the idea of being over-alive, too tuned in to the blood and gore of the universe.

Listen: Califone - When Leon Spinx Moved Into Town mp3

If you like my favorite song this week, become Califone's friend and listen to more of what they have to offer. Their albums can be found here or downloaded from (my beloved) eMusic.

*** Favorite Song Last Week: Strip Squad - Unreliable Narrator ***

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

My Valentine's Day Rant

I'm not a fan of Valentine's Day. The whole idea of being obligated to show your love to someone on a pre-determined day is just a bunch of crap. An idealized, Hallmark/Lifetime Television/Disney version of "true love" and "romance" is shoved down our collective throat. Yeah, have a mall jeweler/grocery store florist/greeting card executive/talking stuffed panda bear help you find the right way to express your feelings.

Crap. All of it. Lackluster. Unimaginative. Status-quo.

Forget the fancy dinner and expensive bottle of champagne. I'll take eating chinese take-out from the cartons and drinking cheap red wine out of tumblers any day.

Oh sure, I like flowers, but how about adopting a tree instead of dropping $50 on roses that'll last a week and a half?

Pricey tickets to a play? I'd much rather play a rousing game of strip scrabble in the middle of the living room floor while listening to a homemade mix tape.

I'll pass on the matching undergarments - I wear my bright orange bra and lime green panties together on purpose. If you insist on matching items, how about a Zep t-shirt and matching Chucks?

A diamond heart-shaped pendant? Nah. Contrary to popular belief, diamonds aren't a girl's best friend. Multiple orgasms are.

Be creative! Be different! Be unique! Be unexpected! After all, if you've fallen for me, it's for those exact reasons.

Yes, it is all about me. We women tend to get the better end of the deal on Valentine's Day. You? I'll get you next month on Steak & BJ Day.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Favorite Song of the Week: Strip Squad - Unreliable Narrator

"when he masturbates
he thinks of pretty things
like the arch of your eyebrow
your almond shaped eye"

It may just be me, but I find those lyrics quite sweet. As a matter of fact, I find the song Unreliable Narrator by Strip Squad to be quite sweet.

It's an interesting blend of spoken word and twee electro pop but with lyrcis about masturbation and penises. Seriously. Shocking parrallels that are so darned catchy and playful, you can't help but fall in love with them. Leave it to the swedes for a little tongue-in-cheek indie goodness.

Listen: Strip Squad - Unreliable Narrator mp3

*** Favorite Song Last Week: The Gossip - Sweet Baby ***

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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Favorite Song of the Week: The Gossip - Sweet Baby

I've been a bit busy dealing with a little personal drama lately, so I apologize to my two semi-regular blog readers for my lack of posts. I'll do my best to damn The Man and stay focused on what really counts.

Now, let's get to the new song...

The Gossip plays riot grrl, queerquore, blues-infused garage rock with a decidedly punk twist.

In other words: simply amazing music.

It's lead singer Beth Ditto's voice that will make you fall in love with this band. Dirty, sexy, and raw her pipes conjures up thoughts of Janis Joplin or Etta James.

I think "Sweet Baby" is the perfect vehicle to hear Ditto's gritty, feline vocals.

Listen: The Gossip: Sweet Baby mp3

The anger, heartbrake and desperation in the lyrics are a perfect match for her voice. One listen is not enough.

Buy an album or two here and don't forget to be their friend.

*** Favorite Song Last Week: Mighty Sparrow - Mango Vert ***

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Sunday, January 15, 2006

Non Sequitur: Even The Dictonary Hates Wal-mart

Believe it or not, it's true.

Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: disgusting or distasteful; nasty, sleazy
Example: Wal-mart is a skeevy operation.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Keep Your Rosaries Off My Ovaries

In case you missed this little news item today, let me recap it for you.

Susan Cox - a nurse practitioner in West Peoria, IL - has filed a complaint against a Walgreens pharmacist for violating a state rule requiring pharmacies to fill prescriptions for emergency contraception.

[Stephanie] Cox says in the complaint that the pharmacist told her the store did not carry Plan B and did not refer her to another pharmacy. Cox later called the pharmacies manager and was told the store did have Plan B in stock at the time it was requested, Cox says.

A spokeswoman at Walgreen's Deerfield headquarters said the company is looking into the matter.

This seems to be a recurring scenario at Walgreens in IL - 5 pharmacists from other IL stores have been suspended indefinitely for refusing to dispense the drugs on religious or moral grounds. This most recent occurrence goes farther than refusing to fill prescriptions, he lied to his customer. Lied.

Who do these pharmacists think they are? I thought only doctors were supposed to have God complexes. And why is this only happening to women? You think anyone ever said to a 70 year old man "Hey gramps, I think you're a little too old to be having sex. As a matter of fact, the whole idea of your wrinkly ass bouncing around while you're going at it with that 27 year old gold digger there on your arm makes me sick. And hey, guess what, y'all aren't married. I don't believe in sex before marriage so I refuse to fill your prescription for Viagra."

Hell no. That would never happen. Nah. But what happens when that 27 year old gold digger shows up the next day with a prescription in hand to get the morning after pill after a night of Viagra-infused passion?

Let's put this another way.

You're hungry and you're hungry for a big, juicy steak. You're whole body is craving it. Nothing can satisfy that craving but gorging yourself on a 20 oz porterhouse steak. Off to your favorite steakhouse for dinner!

You're seated at a nice corner table and the server comes up to take your order. You ask for your slab of beef and instead of asking you how you'd like it cooked, he says "I'm sorry, but I can't fill that order."

Thinking he didn't hear you, you repeat your request. "I understand, but I just can't fill that order. We're out of porterhouse. As a matter of fact, we're out of all of our steaks. Can I interest you in a nice veggie burger?"

Little do you know your server is a vegetarian. Not only is he a vegetarian, he's also the president of his local PETA chapter. Obviously, he find eating animals incredibly offensive; it goes against everything he believes in and stands for. It's an issue of morals for him.

Now, imagine that restaurant had your steak - it's fridges were FULL of steaks. Your server? He's the only guy in the place. Just imagine there's a rule in place that requires your server to refer to another establishment where your order can be filled. But he didn't do that. Not only did he refuse to serve to you and lie to you, he's not following the state rule.

How would that make you feel? Pissed? Offended? Definitely not shame - after all, who was he to judge you? Probably not hurt - who cares what kind of person he may think you are? He's just a crackpot server. You were just hungry. It's not like you have been grappling emotionally or physically with any sort of action that made you show up in the steakhouse in the first place. And hey, it's not like you have this tiny window of time to get yourself a steak dinner and if you were to miss that window, you could suffer huge repercussions that would change your life forever.

There is such a thing as a pharmacist Oath and Code of Ethics. Let me point out some highlights.

  • a pharmacist is dedicated to protecting the dignity of the patient

  • in all cases, a pharmacist respects personal and cultural differences among patients

  • a pharmacist has a duty to tell the truth

  • a pharmacist avoids discriminatory practices, behavior or work conditions that impair professional judgment, and actions that compromise the dedication to the best interests of the patients

  • No where in the code of ethics does it say the pharmacist measures the dignity of their patients. No where does it say the pharmacist decides what level of respect a patient deserves. No where does it say the pharmacist knows the best interest of the patient.

    Goddess help the pharmacist that would ever refuse to fill my prescription.

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    Thursday, January 12, 2006

    Favorite Song of the Week: Mighty Sparrow - Mango Vert

    Today was a gorgeous spring day. Yes, it's the middle of January. Yes, it's Wisconsin. Yes, I said spring.

    We haven't had any sunshine in this neck of the woods for at least 2 weeks. Today it was sunny ALL day. The temps went as high as the mid 50's. It was so beautiful, I had to take a walk at lunch and soak up some of the sun.

    To hang onto that sunshiney feeling for the rest of the day, I listened to Mighty Sparrow - the Calypso King Of The World. The beat made my afternoon fly and captured my mood perfectly. It trumps everything else I've been listening to this week.

    Check it out for yourself:

    Listen: Mighty Sparrow - Mango Vert mp3

    If the tropical feel and horns don't get you, the lyrics will:

    she said if you eat it right the hair won't stick in your teeth
    and your bound to say how it tasted sweet, sweet, sweet
    but if you eat it wrong don't walk in the street
    everybody gonna know when they see the hair in your teeth

    If you like the song, you'll love First Flight: Early Calypso from the Emory Cook Collection. If you already belong to eMusic, get it here. It's perfect for a summer BBQ.

    *** Favorite Song Last Week: Joaquina - Child Star ***

    Tuesday, January 10, 2006

    Girls Kick Ass!

    Yes, we do. Really. Honestly. I don't lie.

    Don't believe me? Fine. See for yourself.

    See? Told ya.

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    Thursday, January 05, 2006

    Favorite Song of the Week: Joaquina - Child Star

    I dont' know much about California; I know even less about the San Joaquin valley (home of the band Joaquina). But growing up in Wisconsin I know about farms, lazy summer evenings, underage drinking, strip malls and dreams of getting out of a small town.

    That's what Joaquina is for me. They sing songs that have a definite "when we were kids" sort of feeling. When I listen to The Foam And The Mesh I remember bribing older kids to buy me beer, smoking my first cigarette, driving around with my friends on hot summer nights just to burn time, crappy jobs I had in highschool and teenage heartache. Underneath the y'allternative twang, you can hear the dream of something better; pining for a bigger life. That's why I love Joaquina.

    Imagine yourself barefoot, sitting on a porch on a hot and dry summer night drinking a cold beer. Once you have that, listen to my favorite song of the week.

    Listen: Joaquina - Child Star mp3

    If I did my little research correctly, I believe the bass player of Joaquina runs Future Farmer Records - Joaquina's label. Unfortunately it seems they only had one release back in '98. The whole thing is great. Buy it here, or find it here.

    *** Favorite Song Last Week: Machine Go Boom - Hot Potato ***

    Saturday, December 31, 2005

    Dirty Girl Crafting: Vibrator Cozies

    For Christmas last year I bought myself three "toys". One of them (Blueberry Buzz, but I call him Blue) became quite a favorite of mine. So much so, for their birthdays I bought each of my girlfriends a Blue of their very own (after all, every woman needs a well-stocked Drawer of Sin).

    Upon first glance, Blue doesn't look like much. But truly, he does pack a punch. I told each of my friends that within 3 weeks, they would be calling me and thanking me for the gift. I was wrong - it only took a few days for them to make the thank-you calls.

    For Christmas this year, I decided to make a little something for the Blue in their lives. I had some great yarn left over from another project, so I decided to knit up a vibrator cozy. A nice, warm Blue is important on chilly Wisconsin evenings. And besides, what's more fun than accessorizing your accessories?

    Here's a shot of my Blue modeling one on my bar (the other is empty -- poor cozy):

    And here's another of Blue on my pillow:

    Knit flat with only a few decreases, it was simple to make. Rose Garden Landscape yarn, size 11 needles and half an hour or so in front of the television and you can have yourself your own Blue Cozy.

    Cast on 12 stitches. Knit in stocking knit for a few inches (use your own Blue to figure the length out). To decrease (on RS): k2tog, k3, k2tog, k3, sl1, k1, psso (9 stitches remaining). I did another 2 rows in stocking knit, and then another decrease: k2tog, k2tog, k1, k2tog, sl1, k1, psso (6 stitches remaining). 1 more row of stocking knit. Break yarn, thread it through remaining stitches pulling it tight to form the tip. Take the tail of the yarn and using the mattress stitch, seam the side up. Voila! A vibrator cozy.

    They loved their gifts (of course) and couldn't wait to deck out their own Blue's.

    Edited to add direct link to Blueberry Buzz. Warning: It is a link to a sex toy shop -- younger readers beware. Don't say I didn't warn ya'.

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    Friday, December 30, 2005

    Favorite Song of the Week: Hot Potato

    This little ditty has been stuck in my head for days. It's a catchy, goofy and upbeat sliver of sunshine on a dreary December day in Wisconsin. It makes me want to dance all silly like.

    Machine Go Boom is a band out of Ohio making "a frighteningly good mix of acoustic folk balladry, amphetamine-lit punk, and synth-fed new wave" pop music. Gotta love that.

    They have a MySpace site where you can sample other songs. If you like them, be their friend and then go out and by Thank You Captain Obvious.

    Listen: Machine Go Boom - Hot Potato mp3

    *** Favorite Song Last Week ***