The jarred pepper and marinara sauce version of the Jackson 5. Guess who's Tito!
How To Loosen A Jar From the Nose
Monthly Archives: September 2010
But I Rock A Little Know How
Pepperoboros.
Change the World Will Elevate You
This is the reusable bag one should never let the glowing miniature cat out of, and you had to know.
It’s Such A Shame
Sometimes, I hear a decent song and look up the video. Most videos, like this one, are clever and a bit of fun.
On the other hand, what the motherfucking fuck is this?
Oh. My. God. Really?
Everybody Wants To Rule
Actress, full of surprises.
The other day, I was flipping the channels, but not really paying attention. I didn’t really know what was on. A blonde girl standing at a hospital desk said something odd to a gorgeous woman about my age, “Mom, can you help me with my knitting?” You’re having the same reaction I did: NO ONE ON A SOAP OPERA KNITS.* KISS MY BUTT! The gorgeous woman apologized, “Sorry, kitten, I’m not domestic goddess.” After a moment, she added, “I can tune an engine.” So now I love Crystal Chappell, and some badass writer on a show I’ll never watch.
*Except Kassie DiPaiva, who had a whole PBS show called Knit & Crochet Today.
I Was Yours But I’m Not
My cousin Sandy works in the bakery for the Cake Boss. She does lovely work and has a wonderful eye for color. Her favorite compliment is, “You’re a fucking retard.”
In other news, friend of Poor Impulse Control Mr. Blogenfreude sent me some ras el Hanout, a Moroccan spice mix I haven’t seen in stores here, though I probably wasn’t treasure-hunting in the right treasury places. The fragrance of the spice, double-wrapped and still inside the plastic mailing envelope perfumed our kitchen. The aroma is so fantastic I want to take a picture of it for you. Forget high speed: we need a scratch-and-sniff internet.
Poor Impulse Control 