Or thinks they do...
Can you imagine anything more wonderful than being assisted to consciousness by the dulcet tones of Stephen Fry each morning? Aside from having Hugh Laurie actually nudging you from the other side of the bed, of course.
From the So Wrong, It's Right department, I bring you the vegan fox:
Seriously. I can't knit to save my life, but for some reason I love this thing. If anyone would like to make it for me, or comission someone to make it for me, I'd be thrilled.
The pattern is over at knitty.
Keep it in mind. I'm just saying.
WHICH WAS A COMPLETELY UNSOLICITED GIFT... I am not that much into the whole Star Wars thing; never have been. It was always a little "male" for me, Princess Leia never had that much to do except during the second film (the only one I liked, since it actually had character development). Even then, all she really did was fall in love. And don't get me started on the prequels...even my love for Natalie Portman cannot compel me to view them.
That said...I am a bit more than enamored with Hasbro's latest marketing attempt. Love It! The poor little tater looks so scared, like he's facing down a giant Veg-O-Matic Death Star. He would look well in my office next to my Dark Witch Willow and Kali bobblehead.
Book of the Night: Sisters: Catholic Nuns and the Making of America, by John J. Fialka. Even if the whole time I'm reading it I can't help but think of the Magdalene Laundries.