I was thinking about some things the other day, like why I was reminded on September 28th of my promise to give up pork and red meat for October by a horrifying pork rib experience, and why, after hemming and hawing over something almost perfect for a long time I either choose to buy it, only to watch something solidly PERFECT show up a week later, or I don't buy it and then it is gone, sold out or discontinued and no alternative ever shows itself. I thought about milk, too, for some reason.
But mostly I thought about my cousin, 14 months old, who is coming down to visit (Hitchhiking!) and how she is just the right age to put in some stripey pajamas and fling into the air.
i didn't watch this movie, i didn't read the entry.
HOWEVER, i went through all of your previous entries, pages and pages back, and i think i'm in love with you.
your recipes are awesome, and after finding a couple baking blogs (bake or break, etc) i wasn't yet satisfied.
finding your blog has totally made my day, week, month, semester, holiday, what have you.
i bake at a cafe and am constantly on the lookout for killer baked foodstuff recipes, and you... well, you win.
thanks for being so cool.
<3 nicole
Posted by: nicole | October 12, 2008 at 08:33 AM
I loved this movie, I watched it over and over again.
Posted by: Kristi | October 08, 2008 at 09:54 AM
hah! yes - classic.
it's rather difficult to drag my eyes away from Mr Bowie in those tight tights though.
his crotch is like a beacon!
Posted by: the projectivist | October 03, 2008 at 08:42 AM
Oh. My. God. I was just reminiscing with a friend about that movie. We taped it so we could pause it and ogle Bowie's tights. I think we were 15.
Please be more careful with your stripey baby.
Posted by: Kitt | October 02, 2008 at 09:57 PM