*snuggles into the Mr. Rogers love*

but I really loved those minatures.

So. Awesome. I still to this day remember the one where he showed how they made crayons.

Plus, music nerd, so...

Sorry that he creeps you out, connie.

Amy, a tail is nothing. TC had a foot missing, and the bone was visible. But yeah, the sooner the better. A vet should do that for you for very little, and let you make payments, if necessary. Check with local shelters, rather than the state humane society. Local shelters often have good relationships with local vets, and can steer you to a soft-hearted sap who'll give a rescuer (Winchester says you are one) a break on fees. Good luck to both of you.

I am not even addressing menfolk who acquire clutter. I walked into the kitchen the other day, and was just so very tempted to pull a pan or two out of the cabinets and fill up the remaining two feet of counter space. In our house, any horizontal surface is a target for whatever H has in his hands. Case in point. I found three kitchen knives on the counter. "I'm going to sharpen those," he explained. So I left them there. For three days. The knife rack is a mere half-turn away, you don't even have to take a step. But the knives needed to be on the counter so he could sharpen them. After three days I put them back in the rack. "They're there when you get around to sharpening them." "Okay." Canned groceries on the kitchen floor by the stove--"I'm going to make soup." Okay, but couldn't you, I don't know, walk five steps to the pantry and get the cans when you're ready to make soup? Something in him can't bear the sight of a clear horizontal surface.

Beverly. So, very THIS! I've always wondered if they looped very single line because of the prosthetics, but I don't think so. It seems that his innate talent, plus somebody's tech genius, made that makeup almost organic.

No, actually, when they did the Of Love and Hope cd, he read through the poems several times, but could never get the sound right. He finally went to makeup and got the toofs in, and I think some of the lower facial appliances, so he could get Vincent's voice right.

I always felt the make-up did Ron a favor. With all due respect! Even as Hellboy, he gets a chance to be super sexy without the impediment of 'hm. that Neanderthal forehead is distracting!"

I get that. In fact I felt that way for a while, but he's sort of aged into it. It's a treat to see his whole face now, in things like Enemy at the Gates and the Magnificent Seven series. Of course he was perfectly adorable in Ice Pirates, a bajillion years ago.

He's had an incredible body of work--I still remember being broken by him in The Name of the Rose. Despite his character's base repulsiveness, he managed to give him some humanity.

I would have loved to see you in Ghost Sonata.

So sweet. I was unrecognizable, with no lines. Onstage in my little window for most of the play, swathed in yards (and yards) of aged (with spray paint) pink organza and a grotesque full-face mask, shaking with visible-from-the-cheap-seats palsy. Fun times! For that role I gave up one of the sisters in Bernarda Alba. But I liked the Strindberg director--Riofrancos (Alba's director) scared me. And I was doing tech on Camino and Alba, so no lines was sort of the way to go.

Also, that chair and ottoman would *totally* go with my sofa!

I'm sorry, no amount of bashing will ever impact my Mr. Rogers love (You have a neighbor named Mr. Rogers? Well, not any more. Sorry SPN-twitch). Aside from bringing my two rampaging savages down to a calm, human level for a half-hour every weekday, for which his name and memory be praised, I saw him interview David, Keith, and Robert Carradine around the time The Long Riders came out. Talk about your cognitive dissonance. I have no idea who thought that would be a good idea, but it was fascinating. These boozing, drugging, womanizing, Hollywood lifestyle type men raised by different women in disparate households, their only point of contact their paternal BC, sitting down to discuss family issues with...Mr. Rogers. Dude.

The interesting thing was that he cut right to the humanity in each of them. None of them was interested in showing up how unhip he was. They had a nice quiet, I'm sure to any fans of theirs, (continued...)

( continues...) completely boring conversation. And they seemed to enjoy it.

I think Mr. Rogers seems slowish to older kids, but teensy ones find him just right. 2-5-year olds love him. I never liked him as a kid, but that's because I never saw a show until I was 9 or so, too old to like his delivery. By the time I was old enough to babysit, and after watching with little ones, I fell in love.

I'll call the local shelters. I'm pretty much in love with him already but ... I don't want his tail anywhere near me because I'm a total wuss like that.

Tep! In my cat fretting I missed the possibly-moving-in talk. How cool! Although I completely agree with the scrap metal thing. Geez. I thought Stephen's collection of kitchen utensils and pans was bad.

I am not even addressing menfolk who acquire clutter

I think I spotted one of these in the back of our shed the other week.

AmyLiz, it sounds like the poor little guy got his tail caught in something and had to lose skin and part of the tail to get loose. I don't think it would cost very much to have the tail taken care of. I'd say a vet totally needs to look at it.

There WILL be a section in the contract about....YOUR BOOKS, won't there???

Bwahaha! Steph, he's got your number.

connie neil, wasn't it your hubby who was interested in Scientific American magazines? Might he be interested in, um, more?

got the toofs in, and I think some of the lower facial appliances, so he could get Vincent's voice right.

Fascinating! I love that anecdote. Beverly, you are a font of fantastic stuff...where all forms of stuff = awesomeness.

amych made me laugh out loud. And I apologize for saying I wouldn't and then did address men's clutter, enough for a divided post. My first, I think. Should I be proud or embarrassed?

Steph! Moving-in talk. Oh dear. I'ma keep my mouth shut on this one simply because of my own issues. All the best judgement to you on your decision.

Living in sin can be quite fabulous. Not that I am talking about anyone on the board who might be considering it or anything. Nuh-uh, no way.