Okay, honestly, all Rorschach blots look like pelvises to me, but I tried to move beyond that. I see a coyote's head, kind of glaring menacingly at me. The more I think of it, the scarier it is. Eep!

Honestly, this would be. . .sacrilege, almost, to even answer. It's like asking if you would save a million puppies or a million kittens. Whatever the case, Bret and Jemaine hover above all of us mere mortals, both in physical beauty and mental acuity. If Timmy Treadwell were still alive and not eaten by bears, he would have most certainly offered ( Read more... )

You know, practically the only thing I like to see on the Thanksgiving table is turkey, mashed potatoes, and bread (okay, and the pecan pie and apple brown betty, because I am a fatty.) No, I'm not creative. Shut up. I mean, the women in my family are outstanding cooks, but I'm just not much of a holiday food person. I don't like green bean ( Read more... )