Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I'm still here and I have tales and pictures. And pictures of tails.
I just realized how long it's been since I blogged however the rumours of my early demise have been greatly exaggerated.
I've been knitting. Despite the rumours that I have been lured to the land of scrapbooking, I knit on, resolutely. "Scrapbook" is not a verb. And it's also a really fucking stupid way to spend your time. Stop it, right now. The future of humanity may depend on it.
I have a new pet (a snake, so if you hate snakes you likely don't want to look here for a bit because as soon as I figure out how to get the pix off the camera there will be pictures of Boris the Corn Snake).
I've been working, full-time, at the good job. I've been loving and laughing (as I did the day my co-worker said she was sending her mother to the paleontologist. I looked startled and asked how old she was. Apparently she's 80 and that seemed a little young for that sort of thing. Eventually we figured out that in fact she needs to see the podiatrist.)
I've been cleaning house, sorting out my priorities, getting the ducks in a row and whatever other cliche you'd like to insert here.
However, today is my boopdate. My birthday, even, and for today I'm going to set all plans and dreams aside and just maybe eat bacon. All. Day. Long.
Because you know that bacon is like having a mouthful of Jesus, and I think that's just the sort of thing I need right now.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
I have learned that the mitered square is an amazing and wonderful thing.
I have learned that when one decides to make a mitered square blanket for a much-loved daughter who has been longing for one for a long time, after about the 50,000th stitch one thinks somewhat less of the mitered square. (There was a total of just over 89,000 stitches. I'm a geek. I worked it out.)
I have learned that when one is as tired as all hell, one should go to bed rather than completing the long post that one was planning.
There is a tale or two to be told, and an accusation or two to refute (someone accused me of abandoning knitting and taking up macrame -- this outrage must not be allowed to stand unanswered) but for the nonce, I think that bed thing might be a good idea, as I have to work in the morning.
look! a post on each of two consecutive days! it may well be one of the signs of the end times ...