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I Want To . . .

Nice.  One of those projects on my list that I will never get to . . . a compendium of links to web locales that help you do things. Excellent.  [via, I think, MeFi]

Salon of Shame

Ariel is the mastermind behind a Seattle version of an event that's been popping up across the country: The Salon of Shame.

Put next Wednesday night on your calendar when:

"A half dozen Seattle writers will stand before you and read their most shameful journal passages. Excruciating tales of heartbreak! Agonizing descriptions of early drug experiences! Teen perspectives on world politics! It's all here, served on a verbal platter for you to drink up and enjoy."

I might just attend.  And it's certainly got me interested in dusting off my journals to see what demons might lurk betwen their pages.

Halloween Party Lost and Found

• Men's jacket, grey
• Makeup compact
• Toy rifle
• Elvis glasses
• Liquid eyeliner
• Mobile phone
• Digital camera
• Lipstick
• Spear tip
• Magical Trevor hat and beard
• One sliver lame glove
• One very large silver hoop earring
• One medium sized gold hoop earring
• Pink bunny ears and tail
• Cow mask
• Two scarves
• Eyepatch
• A Football
• Bullwhip

Halloween!

I wake up looking like hell and discover that before I can even get a cup of coffee, T has uploaded snaps of last night's fabulous party.  Complete with explanatory text.  This probably represents 60% of the costumed fools in attendance.  I want a complete set so post your pix (I took, uh, none)!

I Bought Five Pumpkins

My Friday List

 

Dynamite Fashion

I didn't think that Napoleon Dynamite was that funny; it was mediocre.   I've been perplexed by its popularity.  It was like a closet filled with ready-to-wear memes and little else.

So I like this literally ready-to-wear counter-meme. [via]

Oh, and as long as fashion metaphors are getting mixed up with Napoleon Dynamite, I must link to Ariel's catty new fashion blog, specifically her Nick Cage takedown.

Today I Kicked a Rock . . .

. . . for about five blocks, down a series of alleys, walking back to work from lunch.

It was surprisingly entertaining and enjoyable.

Signs of the Apocalypse

OK, so maybe I didn't get the memo, but when exactly did we start having to ask ROBOTS for permission????

Robots May Allow Surgery in Space

Mobile Phones . . . Clearly a Fetish Item