Wednesday, March 16, 2005


Days of Wine and Bozos

I've had a tough day. A complete and utter snotlob of a day. It's been so bad that I'm actually not going to post about it.

Yeah, that bad. It's either going to be nothing at all, or I'm going to be so comprehensively fucked that I may well be living in a refrigerator box by the end of the month. I think the worst part of it is that this has nothing whatsoever to do with me, and I have absolutely no control over what happens.

I'll be sure to keep you posted. That is, if I can find a box with an internet connection.

Fortunately, to save you all the boredom of reading all about my angst, my buddy La has sent me a buncha interview questions.

The rules are pretty simple. If you want to participate, here's how this puppy works:

1. Leave me a comment saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions here. They will be different questions than the ones below.
3. You will update YOUR blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

And here are my answers to La:

1. What is your dream yarn, one you’ve never worked with before but would love to.

Oh. God. Um, all of them. I would have to do a whole lot more yarn fondling before I could decide that. Nothing laceweight though. That would drive me bonkers. I saw some soy silk yarn last year that looked very funky -- I think I'd like to try that next.

2. How are you doing on your stash busting?

Bitch. You just had to ask that, didn't you?

'bout 20 balls up from where I was in late December/early January when I started this. I'm hoping to either break even or come to terms with my gluttony.

Got more yesterday from Juno as a result of an unsuccessful attempt to name her new dressmaker's dummy. Yes, this stashbusting thingie is getting so bad that people are actually sending out prizes for the answers that don't win!

3. How does your blog persona compare to your real-life persona? I guess what I’d like to know is, do you cuss as much in real life as you do here? (I certainly hope so!).

I cuss less in real life. It would be difficult to cuss this much and remain as continuously employed as I have done over the last 27 years.

There are, in fact, those (who know me very little) who think that I wouldn't say "shit" if I had a mouth full of it. Why they think I would put shit in my mouth, I don't know.

Perhaps it's wishful thinking.

That being said, I did say "motherfuckers" quite loudly in the library today when I got the news about the bad thing that has nothing to do with me but which may destroy my entire family's lives. It's not all tea in hand-painted Royal Doulton with pinkies waving in the air around here.

4. Ok, Ms. Ranty Claus (don’t get me wrong, I love the fact that someone else out there goes off as much if not more than I do)….what’s your favorite subject to rant about? What is your most loathed pet-peeve?

Stupid people. Snobs. Stupid snobs. People who think I'm their servant. Adults who won't stand up to their obligations and responsibilities. My husband.

You get the idea.

5. In “Rabbitch, the Movie” who would you have play the title role? And your leading man would be…?

Ooh, well obviously Carrie Anne Moss would have to play the lead role, mostly because a) we look so alike (squint, dammit! turn down the light!) and b) I'd do her in a heartbeat. If you're talking about my leading man, believe it or not there's approximately one question that's too personal for the Rabbitch to answer, and that's it. If you're talking about in the movie, it would have to be Donald Sutherland. He's so deliciously evil I don't even care that he is close to my father's age.

That's just icky, isn't it?

Deal, babies.

I would so do donald sutherland. and kiefer.
Oh yeah, at the same time even.
hey, if you get carrie ann moss to play you, can I have her when you're done? oh, and interview me - i'm attention starved anyway. hey,we're moving a little closer, we got a house in bellingham.
ok, now I can't get the Donald Sutherland's ass scene from Animal House out of my head.

Oh "Interview Me" Give me an excuse not to do the dishes.
Interview me! Me me me!!!

And, I'm very glad to see that your potential home-life tragedy went the way of the wind. No knitter deserves to be homeless, I can't believe in a god who would let that happen to a knitter. :)
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