blue plate special

First thing's first: I have Iggy Pop on the mind, so here is a live performance with all the usual shirtless dancing and prancing. The man who invented punk!
As for plates, I was feeling so clever yesterday. I told myself 'hey, I can make a fresh stack of plates to serve guests next Saturday!' but any potter might laugh at that, realizing that the stuff has to be finished, dried, fired first then glazed and fired second, which at the soonest would be while the guests are eating the vegetarian feast I plan to make. With paper plates, I think.
OK, on to dreams. I dreamt of Mrs Pottersblog's boss last night, which is unmemorable, but then I dreamt we adopted the enormous, epileptic St. Bernard who lives up the street. Oscar makes our huge dogs look tiny but he is a sweet boy but rather drooly.