Virb has just brought to my attention what may conceivably be the greatest tragedy of my life so far. A central figure in my life, a savior to abandoned pets everywhere, an icon and an inspiration to all will be stepping away from his role in the public light. Yes, I am speaking of none other than the great Bob Barker. Some may know that it is a personal dream of mine to someday meet this great man, a dream that would be best fulfilled by being a contestant on that little gem of a tv show 'The Price is Right.' I will now also have to give up my aspiration to be a 'Barker Beauty,' and I suppose I can schedule classes between 11 and 12 from now on. My life has been changed today.

He retires in June, allowing for 7 months of pure appreciation for this great man in the role he was born to play. More information about his retirement and his life can be found at the following:
http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/TV/10/31/tv.bobbarker.retires.ap/index.html
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0054837/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Barker


The host, the the legend, the God..Bob Barker..I salute you.

These dogs are dressed as bananas. The one on the far right looks really upset about it. I don't see why. Bananas are full of potassium. And we all know what potassium does. It repolarizes cell membranes. Buck up, pup. You've got a job to do!

I know that I said I'd only blog about the craftlyer things in life, but I just said "bloggin tobogan" and than gave Susan a high five, then a low five, then another high five. Seriously.

That's about all I need to blog...ever.

Hmmm...

So this weekend we're going to Danse Macabre up in Rochacha. We get to dress up for this one, so we're dressing up as Mullets. I'm not really sure this is our best idea. How do you look like a mullet? Seriously.

So, anyway, I've decided to make a wig. No, not a Whig. A wig. A crocheted one. Now, by far the best mullet is David Bowie's in "Labrynth" when he plays the man who haunts my dreams (in the good way).

Problems I see with this: Bulky. I'm afraid that b/c I'm using a worsted weight yarn, it'll look more like a dread lock mullet than a finely feathered David Bowie mullet.

Good things that can come of this: I'll have a mullet wig. Handmade. Like my Superman insignia last year.

This would be a good place to discuss ridiculous things that have happened.

Friday evening brought an addition to my record of making lasting memories that aren't remembered while under the influence. I take you to the basement of 339 Oakland. The air was thick with intoxication. Young lovers were meeting for the first, and probably only time, to share their quiet moments, feelings, bodily fluids. I found myself in the basement, in the company of those who share my love of the dance. Those who shared these moments with me tell me that it was then that I began to lose my clothing. Or perhaps the clothing was not so much lost as stolen, by certain female ultimate players who will remain unnamed. At one point I was left to nothing but my bra, which, alas, was strapless. Yet the dancing was not to be stopped, and with movement of the body comes movement of the extremities (if you know what I mean.) Yes. I bared myself.

This event is only memorable because it is not, in any sense, remembered by me. Also, Virb told me I should blog about it. The deed has been done.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

Mmm...yes...a blog.