Saturday, February 28, 2009

Now Playing: Killer Chimps

I can't stop obsessing about chimp/monkey attacks. This article from the NYT and this chilling [always the word used to describe 911 calls, no?] call:
Primates should NOT be kept as pets, listen to Jane Goodall.  
Legislators should not allow any grandfather clauses either. 

Ugh, another detail I can't seem to scrub from my brain is that the 
emergency medical workers who treated the victim had to receive 
post traumatic counseling. *shudder*

Paying it forward...

Thanks so so much to The Claw & Hello Gorgeous for presenting me with these blog awards, respectively. Extremely honored and grateful that you take the time to read. And now I must (?) pay it forward...

Maria Fe scours the internets and culls the creme de la creme of eye candy that will make your heart & wallet throb. Plus she's a total sweetie and posts adorb photos of her little Chihuahua, Nico.

So witty that she'll make you laugh until your stomach hurts and your snot flows. Ever read some of her comments here? HIGHLARIOUS.

My Canadian sister from another mister. Jenn has the best taste in everything, plus she makes delicious looking desserts and equally scrumptious babies. Also, she makes Martha Stewart look like a slag come holiday season.  ILU, TBSP!

My long time partner in crime and fellow Masshole, Amy. Her profile says, "basically retarded & completely dickmatized" Enough said.

Erin and Karly curates the most comprehensive and ingenious design posts around. This blog continues to blow my mind.

To translate the gift from Portuguese to English, it means: "This blog invests and believes, the proximity" [meaning, that blogging makes us 'close' -being close through proxy]. They all are charmed with the blogs, where in the majority of its aims are to show the marvels and to do friendship; there are persons who are not interested when we give them a prize, and then they help to cut these bows; do we want that they are cut, or that they propagate?

Yeah, I have no clue what that was about either, but what the fuck, here goes nothing!

So fresh and funny... a cute pup named Pizza, brill homemade videos, and zingers smattered about. Lisa is the co-owner of Circa Now and Court in NYC. Drop in if you're in the area, I will this March for sure!

P. may just be the smartest person I've never met. She writes the most whimsical, yet substantial posts ever--in the history of ever. One of the best blogs I've ever laid eyes on. Warning, if you click over, prepared to be sucked in for at least as few days. WPM is the blog equivalent of crack.

Jenelle runs the cutest store ever, Occupied Shoppe in Vancouver, B.C. She writes about her two beautiful girls and new kawaii arrivals in the shop. You can also follow Luke the shop cat via Twitter. Or even better, you could stop in and pet him in person.

Check out this beautiful design blog by the artist formerly known as NerF. If you have the disposable income to hire her, I'd totally suggest that you do so!

...and last but not least YOU. Yes, you, the unsung readers of wool&misc. Please say hello and post a link to your blog. I'd love to see what you're up to!

art by EDREM 

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Strike 2!

 I just HULK SMASHED!!! Le Taster number 2, full of Henriot. Today is not my day. I say goodnight, sir! Poop.

ps. the shit I complain about on here is so trivial. My ass should get shipped to a wartorn 3rd world country, stat.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

2 Things:

Two things that make me infinitely sad:

1. The horse --more of a pony, really—that resides in a small fenced field across the road from our house.

He is all by his lonesome and just mopes about and grazing the day away. His fur is thick and unkempt. His hooves are overgrown and tilt upwards. No show pony for sure, but not exactly to the point of Animal Cops either. The only items to keep him company are patches of clovers and an old tin shack whose roof is slowly slipping off.
He is the epitome of loneliness. It kills me to watch him watching the pair of white horses and the family of goats carousing across the road. It feels as though they’re taunting him with their happiness.

After a picnic a few days ago, we strolled back on the goat side, gazing into their creepy looking eyes as the greeted us at the fence. We looked to our left and saw the pony staring at us. He was following along the fence as we walked, almost beckoning us. Our hearts heavy and sore, we crossed the street. He trotted up to us and began nuzzling this face into our hands.

Up close I was surprised to see that he was a lot smaller than he appeared from inside of a whizzing car. It also struck me that he had one blue eye and one brown eye, like dogs often do, or like my childhood friend's mother. I couldn’t help but wonder about his story. Did he once belong to a little girl who had wished girlish wishes of owning her own pony? Did she love him to pieces and braid his mane while showering him with hugs and kisses? Did her visits gradually become fewer and further between as her interests shifted from ponies to boys?

If I was a better person I would buy some carrots and/or apples and feed them to the little guy while scratching his ears. But what if he has an allergy to carrots and/or apples and he gets really sick? What if the owner sees me and gets mad?

2. Watching people run after the bus and missing it. 

Oh, the disappointment on their faces is crushing. So sad, as their momentum slows to a slump as they struggle to catch their breath and check their watch. I can’t help but wonder about where they were headed. Are they going in the same direction as me? Will they be in trouble for being late? Did they forget to set their alarm clock this morning or did they have a sick child/parent they were tending to before realizing that it was already half past half past?

If I was a better person I would pull over to the side of the road and offer the poor soul a ride. But what if he or she was going clear to the other side of town? What if he or she was a demented serial killer who wanted to skin me and throw me into a pit?

I think I’ll take my chances and feed the horse

What strange things makes you sad?
photo by jeremy blake 
(who also makes me sad)

Sunday, February 22, 2009


Took a hike with my lovely M this morning. It was good for body, mind, and soul. Hope you all had a great weekend.
Love this gif via ffffound 

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Happy {almost} Friday, dearhearts!

Hello Weekend,
So nice to see you again. Oh how I've missed your warm embrace. I can't wait to roll around in bed with you until the sun is high in the sky. I will loaf around in wacky unrestrictive clothing, too much make up, and a disheveled do. I will douse myself in libations and eat too much. We'll have fun, old friend. Mexican food & dinner parties are in order. Homework and blackberries will be cast aside. Yes, sigh, yessss.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Happy Belated 200th Birthday, Darwin!

I'm totally smitten with this editorial. See more here.

Magazine: Elle Italia November 2008
Editorial: Evoluzione della specie
Model: Kemp Muhl
Photographer: Ruven Afanador

Sunday, February 15, 2009

2.14.2009: A perfect night in

& breakfast in bed this morning to boot!
I feel so lucky that R still loves me even though I made plans again on vday for the THIRD YEAR IN A ROW.  T'was only a haircut this year, but still, rather humorous. I wonder what I'll do next year? Blurgh.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentine's Day

Teddy Roosevelt’s diary the day his wife Alice died from Bright’s disease
He was 25, she 22.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Renaming my blog: Fossil Fuels & Dictators

Yesterday morning, I noticed a little microphone next to my Google search bar. Turns out Google finally (?? I didn't even know it existed--I just regurgitate what I read on blogs) added voice search to the G1s. I tested it by asking it to find "woolgathering and miscellany." Either this app needs to be fine tuned or I need to annunciate better. Here are the pretty hilarious search results:

world gasoline and mussolini
walgreen in mystery
wedding in missouri
woolgathering and miscellaneous-- close!!!
world ending in mysteries-- very deep...
woolgathering in mysteries
mortuary and miscellaneous
will gasoline and misdemeanors

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Someone forgot to wind me.

Am I a horrible person because I felt an overwhelming sensation of nausea topple over me as I watched this and looked at this? These totally made/make me want to blow chunks. Sorry, Jo & hottie mammas everywhere that read this blog.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Holy Crap!

Super adorable, but too bad the bag shapes are kinda fug.


The other day I ate a conversation heart ♥ that said, "FAX ME." I immediately regretted this hasty, shortsighted decision. WTF? Fax me, sexy. Themal paper really turns me on. 

Aren't these candy collages from ffffound super cute? Artificial lemon and lime flavors really make me want to puke though. However, grape is my all time favorite. What's yours?

Most eye candiest movie ever.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


“Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.”

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

But, F... I'm my own best audience!!!

via BBLS

Monday, February 09, 2009

Can't fight it.


Ever feel like this little bud here? I'm self medicating with some Sam Adams Cherry Wheat. It's beginning to work.

New favorite blog:

Friday, February 06, 2009

Thursday, February 05, 2009

You say, "furlough," I say, "furblough."

fur·lough (fûrl)

a. A leave of absence or vacation, especially one granted to a member of the armed forces.
b. A usually temporary layoff from work.
c. A leave of absence from prison granted to a prisoner.
2. The papers or documents authorizing a leave: The soldiers had their furloughs in their breast pockets.
tr.v. fur·loughed, fur·lough·ing, fur·loughs
1. To grant a leave to.
2. To lay off (workers).

A year ago, heck, even a month ago, I didn't even know what this word meant. Now I have to take 12 mandatory furlough days. Bittersweet. I love staying in bed, but I also enjoy my paycheck. Blurgh! However, I must look on the bright side, at least I still have a job. Riiight???


This came to me in the mail last night. 

thank you, amy!

Visual Xanax:

always breathing a sigh of relief when gazing at this photo.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Gone Bananas: Follow-up Edition

You've left me slack-jawed. Thanks, Janelle!

For Karly and NerF:

Dear Karly and the artist formerly known as NerF (aka Designers' Brew),

I'm so sorry to hear about your fallen prince (with the unnervingly small denta grill). At least we know he knows how to par-tay! Screw the bong, wouldja check out that diamond watch??


Tuesday, February 03, 2009


The other day, my darling coworker gagged at the mere sight of my spotty bruised banana. She went on to declare her disgust for any fruit of the genus Musa that wasn't the perfect shade of pale green. Of course, to exploit her soft spot for soft brown spots, I told her I had a banana with her name on it.
Later that afternoon, I got hungry and ate it. It's not my fault! It's not like I prefer nasty brown bananas. They're yellow and upstanding before I stick them in my purse. I swear my bag is a banana riper. They get mashed around in there and come out the other end looking all mangled and shit. Some even have zipper marks! They still taste fine. Whateves.

moldy banana gifted by tbsp 
bag by balenciaga
banana by fresh & easy
chair by eames

Monday, February 02, 2009

02.02.09: Gratitudes


warning: #3 NSFW, obv.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

With much gratitude:

Dearest Sherri,

Thank you so much for my very first blog award!!! You're far too kind.


Good riddance, Mercury!

It's February! And you know what that means... a brand new novella of a horoscope, that is, if you're in to that kind of fruity stuff.