This lady, who lives just over on Bainbridge Island, pieced together an entire knitted vest for her '67 Volkswagen Beetle for a parade. It even includes giant buttons.

All of the pictures and personal stories coming out of the same-sex marriages in San Francisco make me really happy. They are taking place at City Hall, which is walking distance from my old apartment. I nearly wish I still lived there so I could go down and pass out candy hearts and good wishes. Here's to hoping the couples are afforded a lifetime of wedded bliss.

We watched Alien the other day and there is a shot of the egg just after it opens, inside is what is supposed to be pulsating alien bits, but I recognized (thanks to a segment on Marth Stewart where they make this recipe for country Duck Pate) them as caul fat (aka crepinette and Nottingham Lace (?)), stretched over a large chicken breast or something similar. Watching the special features revealed that I was right, and also that the bits of the face hugger they poked through were actually seafood and fish bits. I'm suddenly not so hungry.

I am growing paranoid that Honda is targeting just me with a subtle marketing campaign. It seems that everywhere I go, yarn shops, fabric stores, that cute little Italian place just down the street, the local hardware store, parked just out front at a jaunty angle is a shiny new Metropolitan scooter. And all too often that scooter is the glossy orange color that makes me think of candy. I want to lick the scooter.

Barbie and Ken are breaking up, and just before Valentine's Day. (hee hee hee!!)

Wow, chocolate sushi - via Pop Culture Junk Mail.

Michel Gondry and Lauri Faggioni has done a video for Steriogram entirely out of yarn - knitted shapes and felt too. You can see it here. Apparently it was inspired by a picture of Johnny Rotten wearing a sweater knitted by his mother.

These miniature gardens are adorable. Via Erica Mulherin.