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Sinatra's version of 'The Way You Look Tonight' does it for me!

I love Billie and Ella, but for different reasons. Billie sets a mood like no one else, and Ella just has a freakin' amazing voice, probably my favorite female voice ever.

And while on the subject of boxers, I have to say that I once encountered a boxer named Greta Garbo while out walking one day.

Excellent point, Gree! And it explains why words like "fandom", "wank" (except in the form of wanker), and "meme" aren't even in my vocabulary and never will be. I'm just too old for stupid shit like that.

I think the majority of the population are pretty unobservant. They're too busy reading Entertainment Weekly to notice what's going on around them. I'm one of those hyperobservant, visually oriented people who have to try not to stare at anyone who looks remotely interesting on the train, so I would've noticed your frazzled ends because I hate fried hair, too.

For bizarre pronunciations, I nominate a street here in Chicago named Paulina which for some inexplicable reason is pronounced Paul-eye'-nuh

I'm with you on that all the way. My own family drives me nuts and I have never felt that close to any of them and have always sought out friends who I consider to be family more than my real family. Yay for surrogate families!

I boxers, they're one of my favorite breeds.

All I expect to get for mother's day from my feline kids is a bunch of dirty litterboxes to clean.

I totally have an anti-foot fetish. If your feet aren't nicely kept, then you should do the rest of humanity a favor and keep them under wraps. Unfortunately, the majority of humanoids seem to like flaunting their revolting feet, toenail fungus, callouses and all. It makes me want to puke and scream "what the f*** are you thinking, slob?!?" I also can't stand the sight of chipped nail polish period, whether on hands or feet, but when it's a color like purple or black and on your toenails, it's especially nasty. And I can't stand the sight of hairy male hobbit feet in flip-flops or sandals. Blech! I remember an episode of Married with Children where Peg had a dream that Al didn't have any feet, and I was like, "that would be a dream come true, no more nasty man feet!"

I actually have yet to see the manicured long toenails, though with my luck there will be a set on the train tonight.

Holy Moly! I am blinded! You weren't kidding when you said technicolor. I'm liking the flaming mulberry color, though.

I'm one of those idiots who are obviously part of the Jackass target audience since it generally cracks me up when someone gets hurt doing something stupid. So, now I'm cracking up over his cut up face. My boyfriend wanted to know what I was laughing at and said he probably looked like Mickey Rourke in Sin City.

I think I'd have 50 heart attacks from all that lightning! I'm scared to death of it! My boyfriend, however, is one of those nutters who would love to live out there and follow tornados around with a camera. I'd be much happier lounging around on my couch or in the yard (here in the nice flat disaster-free midwest) listening to "20th Century Fox".

Mary Oliver rules! I was going to say 'rocks', but rocks didn't really seem like the right word.

In that case, may you have sweet dreams tonight!

Dang! I thought for sure you were going to report a dream involving Andy Garcia and panties.

I know what you mean. I never in a million years would have expected myself to wear anything sweet or fruity, but now I am guilty of both. I am still steering clear of the over the top foody stuff, though. If I ever smell like a cupcake, I want someone to shoot me.

I looooove bubble baths and Lush's Tramp is my number one bubble bath. Makes me feel like a woodland creature (if they took baths). The only other source of bubbles that has come close is Lush's Blue Skies bubble bar, but I tend to have an aversion to the sweetness that pervades the Lush bath products, so Blue Skies isn't nearly as good as Tramp. I also love spiders (though I don't really want to touch them) and am constantly scooping them up and tossing them outside. It's funny that you mentioned the spider in the bath, because I keep my bath pillow up on a shelf and one time there was obviously a spider lounging about on it, because I plopped it in the tub and there was this poor spider floating on the water. I think I more or less rescued him, but since I don't know the long term effects of bubble bath exposure on arachnids, I can't say for sure.

He's all yours, I'll take pretty boy Lucien Carr, even if he was a murderer!

I am both fascinated and repulsed by that bunch. Fascinated by the romantic aspects of it (which is, of course, easy to do 50-60 years later) and repulsed because what I really suspect is that they were just a bunch of self-absorbed and self-indulgent assholes who would be a real pain in the ass to be around for any extended length of time.

Alas, it's not fuchsia, but flaming red. I'm not really a fuchsia person, but Bard didn't want my hilarious title, so I took it for myself. I only wish I had the coloring to wear flaming tomato red sort of colors. I'm a total fiend for red.

Well, in that case, you ladies can duke it out over Gris and I'll take Joe Perry!

And since I can think of no safer place to put it than in someone else's blog, here's a picture of my boyfriend and me in L.A. a couple of years ago.

You're gonna have to wrestle Beth for Joe Perry!

I was expecting you to have a Louise Brooks bob, however, I'm thrilled that you're a brunette, because the international (or midwestern?) woman of mystery and scanty underthings that I pictured you to be had to be a brunette!

Yay for valentina saving the pup! I've totally got the lost and/or sick animal karma. Unfortunately, it's very hard to catch a dog that doesn't want to be caught, so I don't have that great of a record of actually catching them. One time, years ago, I was waiting for the bus at a very busy intersection and this big old shepherd/husky sort of mix comes ambling down the freakin' busy street. I was like wtf?, so I grabbed his collar, which was easy because he was pretty old and slow and out of it. Since I didn't have a car and didn't think a cabdriver would take me anywhere with a smelly old dog, the two of us ended up walking almost 3 miles to Anti-Cruelty.

Yikes! If I ever start having dreams about being pregnant, I'm gonna need some pharmaceutical intervention. I'll take my psychotic murderer and teeth falling out any day over pregnancy dreams.

There's one crazy dream that I must have had around 20 years ago, that I've never forgotten. When I lived at home, I was constantly having dreams about people breaking in, probably because my brothers and I were always picking the locks on the basement windows when we would get locked out, so I knew how freakin' easy it was to get in our house. Anyway, I dreamed that it was David Bowie trying to climb in the window and he was wearing a wetsuit and carrying a large knife. I'm sure he was going to kill me. Why David Bowie?, you may very well ask, and I would have to say that I have had a lifelong troubled relationship with Mr. Bowie that I will relate at another time.

I absolutely love dreaming! I think I have pretty vivid dreams every night, but lately, if I don't try to remember them soon after waking, then they're pretty much lost, though strange snippets will drift into my mind throughout the day.

I am reminded of one of the funniest "matches" ads I've ever seen in one of the local free weekly papers. It was many, many years ago, and I wish I'd saved it. It said something like:

I like to eat my soupy soup and I like to _______________ (I can't remember what he said, it was something fairly innocent). And I like when I am naughty and get to wear peach panties, and I am Pantyman!

Maybe he likes wearing women's underwear and heard about your legendary lingerie collection.

Glad you like them!

Can't decide whether to make a Monster Bait icon out of the second one or go for your Monster in my Kilt idea...

Okay, this may not be quite what you had in mind, but I'm more of a photoshop dabbler than master

And if that's not titillating enough, I also found this guy for you