...okay, you got us, we did. But you finish them, dear readers, every single week. This one, as we know, was a doozy, featuring multiple uses of the word "doozy." So wait for it, it's coming, and the anticipation just makes it hotter. See, we did start the fire...in your pants. It's Saturday and no one is reading this, what the heck, I'm posting.

UPDATE: Uh, wouldn't you know it, people actually do read this on the weekend. Who knew? The Fishies knew. Just ask them, after the jump.

1. Every Kabbalah-lah, every whoa-o-oh: Radar's in-depth look at the Kabbalah movement by Mim Udovich is pretty engrossing, and well-timed vis a vis all this ToKa Scientology stuff (just made that up, do you think it will stick?). It's crazy how many Hollywood types seem to leurve cults. Perhaps that's how films like "Patch Adams" get made.

2. Can't you see me standing here, I've got my back against the record machine: Aw. TMFTML, this was one of the cutest things we saw all week. We also laughed at this, loved this, and appreciated this.

3. Hungry Hungry Hermaphrodite: Boing-Boing brings us the tale of a hermaphrodite crab, equal parts male and female, found in Chesapeake Bay. Hotter still is the account of its mating rituals: "They dropped a female crab, which was just about ready to mate, into its tank. First, the half-and-half crab cradled the female under his legs, as a male crab would do in preparation for mating. Then, the crab seemed to lose interest in the female and let her go, Johnson said. Then a day later..."He ate half of her." I know someone who would have a punchline for this.

4. Paging Dr. RosenValderrama: Helpful journalistic advice is just one of the reasons we're addicted to Boldface Names: "An old reporter's trick: WILMER VALDERRAMA will go on for hours if you start in with whatever is on the cover of The Nation." What can we do? We're helpless before this kind of hilarity. Campbell Robertson, you had us at "Wilmer Valderrama Wilmer Valderrama Wilmer Valderrama."

5. Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty: We are equally helpless before Petula Clark references. Gawker, we've enjoyed the gratuitious sing-songy bits you've sported this week. Keep 'em coming, but for God's sake, there were seven Von Trapp children, SEVEN!

6. The first hydrostatically bipedal octopus ever discovered is now inspiring the design of cephalopodic robotics: Apparently they've discovered an octopus that used two of its arms for bipedal motion, tucking the remaining six away. No less cool, apparently that's inspired a robot expert to explore the use of flexible, tentacle-like (tentacular? Fun new word!) appendages for robots, which is apparently pretty revolutionary. I'm saying "apparently" because I really didn't understand that first bolded sentence. But, octopus robots are cool! Where else to learn about this stuff but from a blog? I found this on a blog, too - the New Pornographers remake of "Your Daddy Don't Know" by Toronto, which rocks (I have the original, music aficionados, who's jealous?). Shake it up. Turn around. Shake it up! Them's the Fishies for this week. Thanks for coming to our music blog.