It's Fug-o-ween!!!!

Investigating the Moans of Talamini Road
Weird NJ Issue 18

Weird NJ The Book – Pages 196 & 197



Many years ago a young boy was killed on this spot by a car speeding along the curves of Talamini road. Since that day, you can hear a disembodied voice yelling “SLOW DOWN”. You need to be going west bound at midnight and doing 55 MPH (in a 25MPH zone). The voice is only heard on the drivers side of the car when you have the window down.

No, I’ve never tried it.

This mailbox is the same one in the picture above, that's under the lower left corner of the "Children at Play" sign.

For the story of the Fug Photo Shoot see my blog.

Fuggadelphia

In a shocking twist unforseen by the knitting world, a crime against fashion was perpetrated this weekend by superstar Amy R. Singer. She was photographed during an appearance at Loop wearing this... erm... ensemble.


Clearly, it started to affect Amy's behavior after a few moments.


Here, it would appear it had taken over her mind enough to convince her that she could fly.


No one seemed to know what could have possessed such a normally stylish, lovely woman to appear in public wearing such hideousness. However, our sources indicate that the blame lies squarely with her stylist for the appearance, one known only as "trillian42", seen here forcing a reluctant Amy into the creation.


Later sightings of Ms. Singer indicate that she was no longer wearing the offending item, so we can only hope that this was a bout of temporary insanity brought on by ridiculous humidity and an invading horde of Knittyboarders.


- Big, big thanks to Buttercup for the pictures, since I'm a lameass and never got my camera out all weekend, and unbelievably HUGE thanks to Amy for being such an amazingly good sport. I owe you big for this!

(This was cross-posted to my blog)

It's a Bird...

It's a Plane...

It's SUPERFUG!

What Happened to the Fug

Has it just disappeared off the face of the earth? There has been nothing on it since January.

Dulcedosa's Turn with the Fug!

Check it out HERE.

When the Fug Hits Your Eye....

Like a big piece of pie, that's amore!

So here we are. The Fug participated in the 7th St S 'n B (again, that's just Chloe and me). Notice the look of dismay. "Mama... why?"


And then it was time to finally take The Fug out to see the sights of Phoenix. I'm not sure why I'm making that face. All I know is that I'm making it. There's JungleJim in the backseat, touching the Fug on the sly.



Truthfully, there's only one sight worth seeing, and here it is:




I love this place. I hope they let me come back.
Actually, we could have taken The Fug on a hike up Camelback Mountain, but alas, no.

Finally, here I am praying to St. Fug, begging to be preserved from such horror forevermore.


(Truthfully, some of this yarn is SO soft and snuggly. It's just a shame that .... that.... well, it's just a shame.)

Quick FUG Update!

This afternoon and tomorrow my sweet seester and I will be taking The FUG on a tour of Phoenix, thereby completing its journey to this particular bit of barren desert! Pictures of that, and of its debut at the 7th St. S n' B (which consists of my daughter and me) will be posted on Saturday before its departure to the next lucky fool. I mean knitter!

And a very happy Thanksgiving to all!