New Blog Love

The Omnomicon. I came to it through stumble. Ahh, stumble, I gave you up for lent. This is already very hard. I stumbled on to another blog talking about the Rainbow cake. This piece of fabulousness, I like very much. Then I got further into the site and realized that I want to make almost everything on there. Check it out and see if you don't feel the same.

This week, on General Blogspital

Create your own FACEinHOLE

Or All My Blogdren, or our personal favorite, Blogs of our Lives.

First the results! Thanks, for your guesses, and thanks for the explanation behind the guesses. The band I guessed so incredibly wrong, was Neil Young and Crazy Horse. Yes, I was that wrong.

I planted seeds this weekend! Yay! The beginning of my garden.

I also finished the first actual knitting project I've ever done. It's very small.

That and more to come on my whole 2nd week of posting every day.

Scariest pumpkin ever.

One of the links over there to the left is to Jorge Garcia's blog. I like Lost, it's a good show, but Jorge is hilarious. He's one of those people who you feel like you would like them if you met them in person. But, I digress. He has, posted on his site right now the scariest pumpkin carving that I've ever seen. Pumpkins, no matter how you carve them, aren't in general scary. But, he's taken my favorite painting to be scared of (not look at, goodness no, I can't look at it for that long, or it will get me) and carved it into a pumpkin.

That painting (click the link above to see it, but beware) is called Saturn Devouring His Son. I remember the first time I saw it. It was in art appreciation class and I had to turn my head away. It's a brutal topic, but it isn't the blood that ever got to me. It was and will always be the eyes. Goya captured so perfectly utter madness. A place past all rationality and beyond anything most of us have ever seen or experienced. There's desperation there too, the look of a being that is terrified by its own actions but is powerless to stop it.

It's the scariest painting I've ever seen. And I like my art disturbing.

ANYWAY, head on over to Dispatches From The Island and check it out.

Secrets that you keep

Here's an interesting tidbit. I talk in my sleep. I'll even answer Jason when he asks me something sometimes. Here's something that you might know, especially if you've been reading my twitter (called little bitties, over to the left there). I saw Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog in it's entirety the other night. It was wonderful. This leads me to what my hubby told me this morning:

Jason: Did you roll over last night, and look at me and say "balls"? You know, like from Dr Horrible?

Me: Ummm, no.

Jason: Yes you did! And when I asked you about it later, you admitted it!

Me: Really??

Jason: Yeah!!

At this point I started laughing so hard, I nearly cried. I guess I'm dreaming about Dr Horrible now.

P.s. if you get the title, you win a gold star.