I just got into the mushroom class. I am inordinately excited about this. I <3 mushroom nerdiness. I was feeling sick the other night--you know, like acid stomach. It's that thing where you get over it and BAM you're ravenous. My fella took some of the chanterelles and sauteed them with red sauce and pasta. He thought they should go with white sauce but I disagree, because chanterelles have gravitas. Bawls. In other news, I thought I was going to have an obligation-free FANGSGIVING (tee em) and was even fantasizing about nicking off somewheres like, I don't know...Bisbee...but I will stay and happily make turkey, as now bonafide family (not mine) is coming. My name may even be Delores or Doris. I'm not sure. (We may delightedly be someone's Fangsgivng cover story.) I will get to Bisbee someday for xmas. I have been fantasizing about it for ten years now. No lies. NO LIES.

In related news, except probably not at all, I am going into Franny’s class and speaking about Dia de los Muertos*, which I will likely pronounce like Peggy Hill. Franny and I are making sugar skulls which all the kids will decorate. Should be fun. Or at least skull like.

Paisley Mongoose, if you are still lurking about I am now getting caught up on ANTM, gotdamn you. I was doing so well with my recovery plan, too.

* Corrected!

OH HAI, I’m at blogher again, talking about Wyoming mudflap girl. Again.

Today I have a post at Blogher about the new Camel No. 9 “Stiletto” smokes and the gross world of marketing cigs to teh womenz. And that was a lot of linking, so whew, me tired now.

More this weekend. It might even be hella domestical.

But FIRST, dopeness via Beloved Daniel.

Where can I meet some sick gents like this? I want to the delicious filling in a Cool Ice/camo sammich. The guy with the beard reminds me of Humpty.

PNW’ed (Western Washington) Bingo.

Probably loads of typos but this was rattling around in my head all the way home. “Suitable for framing.” EHEHEHE

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Also, I had my kind friend update at Blogher while I was gone, since there is no time-released entry option there, and plus the library where I was was closed on Fridays. So if you were wondering about Part Two of ladies in graphic novels, it is hella happening.

Your Super Jive over and out and more awake tomorrow, Gandalf willing.

Hey yallz, I am going to be gone for a few days. While I’m gone, I would like you to write a 500-word essay on one (1) of the following subjects: trepanation, unicorns, buttsex (Fairlight option), the perfection of Andrew Bird, or Pancake Bunny.

Once again, a member of the military is punished and/or silenced for reporting that she was raped by her fellow enlisted officers. This is sad. I say this without blame or sarcasm: the more I hear about how many women are assaulted by their own “team” the more I am amazed that women still enlist.

Thanks for the tip, J.

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