Alison Fugfrapp

It's been almost a year, but my fascination with Alison Goldfrapp's name has not waned. It's started to infect my thought process -- the other day, as I filled up my car, I actually thought to myself, "Gas prices have totally goldfrapped this year," and then later lamented that it's not actually in the dictionary and therefore doesn't count in a Scrabble or Boggle game. Perhaps I need to start a push to put it into the lexicon. Or at least name a baked good after her -- chocolate-dipped goldfrapp sounds like it has real potential.

Anyway, as you can imagine, when I stumbled across this picture I almost goldfrapped all over my computer screen:

It's like she's only now realizing that she skipped the day in Clown College when they covered pants.