Marine Sockology.

The unpossible has happened! Dana found a sock creature, aside from the illustrious sockmonkey, that I would consider making.

Ladies and gentlemen… The Socktopus.

Although it is very decadent in that it would require three socks instead of two.

You are all honkys. Or honkies.

From Dana. My friends are clearly NOT insane. 🙂

I had a dream that I met your ‘birth mother’ outside a concert. I don’t know what concert, but she was standing out front waiting for someone (a taxi, maybe?). She was black. And she had a makeup artist working on her. I was walking by with Coffee and she shouted, “HEY! YOU KNOW MY KID!” and I stopped and said, “Who? Who’s your kid?” She responded with a name (which I can’t remember) and I said, “No, no idea who that is.” and started walking again.

She grabbed my arm, and said, “[me]. You know her.” at which point I started laughing and said, “Um, okay, YOU’RE Melle’s Mom?” and she said, ” Yeah, I’m black, but I haven’t always been black, y’know. PEOPLE CHANGE.”

So then she starts telling me all about your OTHER life – the one where you’re black, too. And how you’re very popular with the teachers in your school and how all of your friends are so devoted to you (but white, sadly) and I’m totally freaking out because, well, you’re WHITE
so clearly this woman is on crack. She starts talking about how being black is an evolution from being white – and how you’ll eventually be black again…

So there. You’re black. Weirdest fucking dream I’ve had in AGES.


I have been poking away at keeping my Books page up to date. Sadly, my plan to read like the wind once the house was finished has not been quite as successful as I’d hoped. However, the pages keep turning. I also always welcome recommendations of good stuff… although I have a pile of Sherry offerings to get through at some point, too…