... as in cooking implements, not weed.

Made a really nice garage sale score today - the full set of the stainless steel pots you get with a Cooking Club of America Lifetime Membership.

If you ever think of joining - don't. Their book club offers exactly two good books (the intro to the basics book and the one on pasta), and overall they just try to rip you off.

However, their pots kick ass. They claim the set is worth $230 (looking at similar stuff online, fairly accurate), and I certainly wouldn't pay the $330 lifetime membership fee (even in twelve convenient installments).... but for $50, when they don't even look used?

Hell yeah!

And now we can happily ditch the old ones with the non-stick coating rubbing off... I was beginning to worry that I'd grow an extra toe or something.

(This still doesn't beat my earlier score of a 1978 MN RenFest commemorative pottery mug for $2... but I think there's very little that would. *grin*)

Long and long ago, I was gifted a set of mixed tapes of Festival music. There were around a dozen of them, and they remain one of the neatest gifts I've received. Unfortunately, several years later the person who made them asked to borrow them back as she'd lost a couple of the originals, and upon inquiry a month later when I was missing them terribly, informed me that she'd never intended to return them in the first place.

That'll teach me.

A decade and change later, I've finally reassembled most of what was on them... except for a couple tapes and a some nagging songs that NO ONE could identify for me. I googled... oh, how I googled.

One in particular tended to float the refrain through my head - and today, I finally hit paydirt on it. Some random guy had the lyrics on his blog, and thankfully included credit to the author. Once I had that, the rest was a snap... although I think that with anyone as big as Maura O'Connell apparently is, it really shouldn't have been this hard.

A performance of "The Scholar" on YouTube

Finding this makes me incredibly happy. I intend to order everything this woman has to offer. 

Because Ninjas are cool (though not as cool as pirates) - and small indy artists are even cooler, I give you:

Sa-Bom Jim Comic

This is drawn by the husband of a lady I've been working with at Ye Olde Cube Farm. I'll admit I haven't read any of the issues, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to plug a local artist to a new crowd...

More gems from my junk folder....

Give her the time of your life!
(Not the time of hers?)

Big and Huge are her needs
(Yes, thank you, men have been telling women they're high maintenance since the dawn of time...)

Have a whale of a time
(Somebody's been reading too much Melville)

Bring out the T-Rex in you
(has no one here seen Jurassic Park??)

As of 2:04 PM.

I intend to celebrate with chocolate and garage sales. :D

*dance*