Welcome to round 2 of the salmagundi.
I hope you don't suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia.
I know a lot of people who like to knit, and one of them (you know who you are, Belinda) has been trying to foist off excess scarves on me. But I've found a better place to send them: Afghanistan! The Winter Warm project wants knitters. Even though this is organised by Scandinavians, you only have to post stuff as far as Melbourne. They want stuff by 15 September for shipment in time for the next northern hemisphere winter.
Two words: steampunk dalek
Two more words: knitted dalek.
I found a cruller recipe. After my rant against Krispy Kreme, I feel obliged to make these sometime soon. This recipe makes pink oven-baked choux pastry style doughnuts, so perhaps Belinda will join me in this project. I did discover that the ones I remember fondly are called "French crullers" in some parts of the US, to distinguish them from the cake donut cruller. So the KK version is legit after all. (But still nasty.)
Speaking of my mate Belinda, (who is getting a lot of mention this week) she has just started a blog of her own.
I've been studying up on world war two songs for a show in late August, so here are the Andrews Sisters singing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, at YouTube.
And while thinking about WW2, it turns out that Adolf Hitler's few surviving relatives (they didn't like each other) have been living quietly in New York for decades. They may, if the article can be trusted, possibly have made a pact to wipe his genes from the earth by never having children. Understandable, you'd think. But on the other hand, it turns out that some 8% of men in Asia are direct descendants of Genghis Khan, and that seems sorta kinda cool. A thousand years turns horror into ancient history.