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Pair of Boobies

For my new visitor who spent about half an hour this afternoon driving up my daily hit count by 200% searching Hawk in the Rain repeatedly for "boobs," "breasts," "tits," etc. (and even clicked on the post "How lame is my ass?" twice).

Enjoy, honey.

Do I Look Hunky in This?

In talking with D. yesterday about the paucity of comestibles around the Kimmijo abode, I neglected to mention a half-forgotten half-head of cabbage (shown here sliced, salted and fried with egg noodles in butter). Add a side of my grandmother's pickled beets and that's about as east-central European as you're gonna get.

Design Yumminess for the Weekend

Beautiful wine labels from the Weemala range of Logan Wines in Australia. (via The Dieline)

The peace symbol is 50 years old.

I am in awe of this information graphic. If someone asked me to put life expectancy, income per person, population, region, and a time line together for every country in the world, I would probably just sit at my desk glassy eyed and drooling.

Another Arrival

Insanely busy week preparing for fund-raising event at work, but still had to finish this, for my young cousin and his girlfriend.

Quote: "I want something with blue puppy buttons on it!"

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I Love this Cartoonist

Andy Singer

How lame is my ass?

My cat now has a Facebook profile.
She's friends with my sister's dog.

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Scanned this in from the coupon insert of today's newspaper.

Dream Log - 1/22/2000

This morning I dreamed that a bald eagle had nested on the back porch of our house. I saw it first - I was in the kitchen when I saw a white head, a hooked yellow beak. The front part of the window swung open toward the porch. She pulled open the sash and dragged out a mouse. Since I couldn't really see her, I thought it was just the mouse - and I wasn't bothered by the idea of the mouse, living there - it was cute. Then eagle chick appeared and the mother was in full view. I called my dad. It took the rest of the family a while to come out of the living room. They didn't seem too excited as I was, but we all stood around the window and watched. My dad asked me, "Do eagles fly?" which I wasn't sure was a joke or a deliberately stupid question. Later, I had to pull a little girl who was visiting us back in the house - she had ventured onto the porch and was petting the eagle. She kept saying, "The police are at Giant Eagle." When I went to get her she was scared and crying because the eagle had swiped at her and pulled her eyebrow off. I told her it would grow back.