| Culinary: <\/b><\/td>\n | Caribou Campfire Mocha<\/td>\n | Caffeine, chocolate, mini-marshmallows and other bits of pure sugar. Everything I’m not supposed to have, wrapped up in a cardboard sleeve.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n | Literary: <\/b><\/td>\n | Entertainment Weekly<\/td>\n | Every year I snag Gardner Dozois’ “The Year’s Best Science Fiction” and that’s my go-to for reading while I knit in a waiting room. But sometimes, at the grocery store, I go for the fluff! <\/td>\n<\/tr>\n | Audiovisual: <\/b><\/td>\n | Joss-o-rama<\/td>\n | I pull Buffy, Angel, and Firefly out regularly and re-watch them. I say I’m being thrifty by not renting or buying new DVDs, but it’s mainly that I still get a kick out of them, every time.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n | Musical: <\/b><\/td>\n | Phranc<\/td>\n | I dig blaring out “64 Ford” or “Gertrude Stein” in my car. I’m sure that when I do it, at this point, I look like a square mom trying to recapture her youth, but I don’t care. I’m usually such a folk\/jazz\/50’s aficionado that occasionally I have to rock out with the alt-lifestyle soundtrack of my college days.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n | Celebrity: <\/b><\/td>\n | James Marsters<\/td>\n | Watching him is like consuming empty calories. He’s foamy and delicious. It’s a wonderful bonus that he’s such a good actor.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n | Now I tag:- |