I'm traumatized by the realization that the woman who knitted that facsimile of Bella Swan's womb might actually be able to market her skills.

And yet, I feel like there's something twistedly right about a world where someone would think to knit a facsimile of Bella Swan's womb.

Where in continuity was said womb knit?

Why did I even type that sentence?

Did we all know that Anthony Bourdain has a cameo appearance coming up on Yo Gabba Gabba? (Dylan doesn't watch the show, but I know it's a favorite of Matilda's.)

Cool! I wonder if he'll smoke on the show?

I didn't know he had a daughter. He defends his Gabba love:

I love YO GABBA GABBA. I don't care what you say, DJ Lance, Muno, Broby, Foofa, Toodie and Plex have taught my daughter many valuable lessons--like the desirability of napping, for one. Not to throw objects at Daddy's skull. Not biting. The value of "trying again" and "not giving up." All set to surprisingly weird, offbeat songs which--in another venue and with other lyrics, one might find oneself enjoying at a club. They get good indie bands as guests, and Mark Mothersbaugh of DEVO is a regular. I know every song and every lyric by heart.

I mean, c'mon "Gabba" is obviously a Ramones shout-out and the show was created by musicians.

Hello CV/Callaluna! Nice to "see" you here!

I didn't know he had a daughter.

You can see her (and his wife) in the recent Sardinia episode of No Reservations. She's totally cute.

I wonder if he'll smoke on the show?

Didn't he quit (or at least try) because of his kid?

Hi Sophia!

Anyone want ice cream? The ice cream mistress is making her evening rounds, and the cheerful little tune is jingling through the neighborhood. I hear the song twice a day every day except Monday. It bounces around my head pretty much constantly.

I had a bizarre dream last night. You've heard of the Restaurant at the End of the Universe, but how about the Furniture Store at the Edge of the World? It was this furniture store with completely amazing prices, but it was perched quite literally on the edge of nothingness, and the road to get there was quite treacherous. I was elected to drive a bunch of people (including Darth, interestingly) there. It was considered unimportant that I was driving my high school car (a Ford Tempo), because everyone was sure we could fit several sofas in it. I never made it inside the store, though, because I slipped and flew off over the edge with a friend of mine from college. We caught hold of some cables that were hanging down and were able to perform impressive acrobatics to claw our way back up the ledge. Does everyone have dreams as weird as this?

Awwwww...

You're nesting! And in a particularly *you* way. That's a good dream.

Hey CV! Good to see you!

I have been in hiding trying to grade. I should go back to the land of grading shortly, but egads, I needed a break.

I have officially over-doodled. People I don't know are talking to me about it. But it's hard to stop once you've started.

Roll on, lunchtime. I need a distraction from the document reformatting that's staring me in my face.