Static

It's become painfully obvious to me that I watch too much television. Basically, I turn it on when I wake up, have it on most of the day, and then set the sleep timer when I go to bed. I have odd dreams about Anthony LaPaglia. I get upset when my DVR prioritizes incorrectly. This has got to stop. Somehow this painting by Mike Best captured my mood on the topic.

Roots

I've mentioned my affection for boots before. And my love of mixtapes. So it makes sense that I created a sonic ode to one of my favorite pair of thrifted boots, right? Well, maybe not. But here are some tunes that I want to listen to when I wear them. And for good measure I made this collage in honor of them too. I'm not obsessed or anything.

Sweet Strawberry Man

I call my husband Franken Berry a lot. Mostly because he has a passing physical similarity to Frankenstein, loves strawberries and is very sweet. So I was totally psyched to learn that I could stock up on some boxes on Amazon! Good thing they solved that pesky dye issue. Remember when he used to bicker with Count Chocula? Happy memories. Above is a sweet portrait by Neil Jam.

Cuddle Up With Lost

It feels like forever ago that Lost's last season ended. Even though I've been re-watching episodes, I still need all the recaps and previews I can get. I wish I had these Lost plushies (Dharma polar bear, fish biscuit, and Locke's kidney) to cuddle up with while watching two hours of shirtless Sawyer tonight! I mean, the polar bear has a Dharma patch, how cute can you get? Yarn Zombie should totally sell them. Also, if I was up to baking today, I would try making these Lost Fish Biscuit Cookies.

Party!

My celebration is going to be me on the couch, but if I were having an inauguration party I would definitely hang these Viva Obama banners from Ay Mujer.

Harmony

This made me content with the world. It's like they composed the soundtrack to my favorite book of Baroque etchings. Sigh.

A Secret Society of Bills

Thanks to a tip from Missa, I just ordered my copy of The Billuminati, an illustrated guide to some famous Bills who are members of a secret society. They opened the doors of their lodge to Clever Nettle to complete some portraits. Members include not only Mr. Murray but Billy Bob and Billy Corgan! You can see even more of her cleverness here.

Meet Cooky, Mr. Potato Head's Ladyfriend

Looks like Mr. Potato Head just drops in on Cooky occasionally when he's on the road. Is it just me, or is it inappropriate for the lady to be the cucumber? Check out more retro goodies over at Toyheap.

Great Googly Moogly!

Really? A Moonlighting reunion film?? I don't know how to feel about this. I'm very protective of David Addison; I used to stroll the halls in junior high singing Limbo Rock. I just can't imagine David back at the Blue Moon agency, fit and with a shaved head. Bruce better get a pot belly and grow whatever remnants of hair he has left, pronto. The good news is this gives me license to obsess over old clips for the rest of the day!

Watch The Hair

With John Travolta on everyone's mind, I thought this old doodle of mine was a fitting flashback to a happier, simpler Travolta. I drew it in college when I was bored in class, during a time when I was obsessively watching Saturday Night Fever.

Lonely Guys

I have always been in love with Steve Martin. Goofy and suave, he collects art and writes clever books that make me cry. I've also had longstanding affection for Charles Grodin, ever since I saw the miniseries Fresno in the 80s (I could devote a whole post to Fresno, since it also starred Dabney Coleman, Teri Garr, Bill Paxton, and Carol Burnett...but I digress). He is beyond a straight man, so droll and cuddly. So imagine my surprise when I flipped on the TV and saw the two of them, sitting on a park bench! How did it escape my notice that they were both in the same film? Okay, so The Lonely Guy isn't very good: it's schticky, a little morose, mostly unfunny, fitting for a dreary January afternoon. That's probably for the best, because if it were any better, their combined comedy charisma would probably cause my head to explode.