Hugging Beverly tightly through the internet.
I'm not fond of bacon. Or any pork product, actually
When I was in the USA, there was this kosher vegetarian ham replacement that I found in one of the supermarkets in LA. Of course, I had to try it, seeing as I never tasted anything of that family (of the real thing, of course). Then, I asked poor brave Perkins to taste some of it, too, to tell me how similar it is to the real thing. She said that the taste wasn't all that similar, but the aftertaste was almost spot on. So now I know what's the aftertaste of ham. It's something that declares "I'm meat!" very loudly.
I love how there's absolutely no sense in food preferences for different people. No sense, no chance of even making any sort of sense in it. Just a small sorta-technical yet somehow also a bit not, at how the world is a crazy interesting place.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMYROT!!!
I like this dress: Lavender Blue (from Fabulon - some other posts are NSFW)
Scroll to the second picture - is there a word for the poofy thing at the hip/butt?
But I like to be beatboxing!
LOVE.
(ETA: Is now my Facebook status)
Then this morning in the car on the way to school:
Jack: We're a big bad motorcycle gang! I'm gonna get a BLACK motorcycle!
Zoe: I'm gonna get a PINK motorcycle!
Jack: What kind of motorcycle you gonna get, Mommy?
Mommy: I don't know, Jack - what kind should I get?
Zoe: You should get pink like me!
Jack: NO!! Mommy gonna get a BLACK motorcycle. She don't like a PINK motorcycle. Daddy can get a pink motorcycle like you, Zoe.
Zoe: Yeah, Daddy gonna get a PINK one like me!
It's not a bustle, tommyrot. I'd call it a padded hip, because the bust is padded the same way. It's an intriguing engineering project, all those curving rows of stitching--like looking at agriscaping from the air.
Happy birthday, tommyrot!
Still coughing. My upper-respiratory system aches. I'm thinking soup for lunch.
Also from Fabulon - How come I've never seen this picture before?
Imagine
John and Yoko Lennon with Andy Warhol. John has his hand on Andy's crotch, and Andy has one hand on John's crotch and the other on Yoko's boob.
Andy looks very happy.
Jack and Zoe are awesomely entertaining. The thing I love most about little kids who can talk is how logical they are, lining up the information they have and deducing conclusions. They're sometimes remarkably logical--well, except for that not having all the necessary information thing.
