Tavie blogs i like:
amy
dave foley
mark mckinney
e.mail
archive
andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
webcomics i read:
american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
Other places to find me:
me on the tumblr
me on the flickr
me on the formspring
me on the twitter
me on the ravelry
me on the myspace
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She was, oh, she was so utterly magnificent. I felt like I should have had a pad and pencil out, taking notes for my diva lessons. She was bawdy and brassy and baritone and brilliant. She sang, she regaled us with jokes and limericks; she was resplendent in sequins and bare feet. She shared secrets (Angela Lansbury, one of her closest friends, is a low-brow broad who swears like a sailor) and recipes (leg of lamb in her special marinade). She was Bea-lightful.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:58 PM | shower me with attention
