http://theflattire.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-final.html

LOVE that kettle! Industrial, whimsical, it looks like it belongs as a prop in the kitchen workshop laboratory of Sad Scientist, a minor character in some fantastic adaptation of a beloved kids book wherein wizards wear business suits, black bears are policemen and poor Unicorn Duck Child dreams unhappy dreams of what he's going to have to do for a living when he grows up.

http://asurfaceofinfiniteshallowness.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-deep-breath-for-gratitude.html

Although really, all of the other piggies besides #3 had no roast beef either. Still, I feel bad for #4, because at least all the others had their own thing going on.

What a disturbing nursery rhyme! It appears to be about a dismembered foot. How do all these toes go their separate ways like that? Grisly doings!

I'm sure there's some grim event at the heart of it, lost to us now, lost to time. Some psychopath lopping off toes, back in the days of hay wains and villagers, and this charming little bit of frippery was concocted to explain it away, reassure the kids about the sort of world in which they live. That's how all these nursery tales and nursery rhymes start: something very nasty at the center. Turn it all into a joke. Wee-wee-wee all the way home and everyone collapse into giggles!

That's all well and good, but I prefer the nursery tales with the grim moral lesson.

http://bringinghomebeck.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-come-by-it-honestly.html

Ooooo I am never doing that. No sky-diving.

The only way I would ever do that is if I could tandem-jump with a tattoo artist who would tattoo a picture of us skydiving (while he tattoos me) onto my back.

See, that's how I chicken out of it. Because no tattoo artist is going to pull a stunt like that!