Monday, March 23, 2009


Have Y'all SEEN This Stuff?

I'm in a rush, but many thanks to Ruth for this link.

Must go get my child out of hock school now. Spring break is over -- yay!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


Make It Stop!

The crazy DJ in my head has been playing "I'm Burnin' For You" by Blue Oyster Cult in my head for days. This isn't really a big problem as I'm a big fan of Arena Rock.

Man, I love me some Blue Oyster Cult. They were the first band I saw live (At the Gardens in Toronto, some time around 1977. Don't Fear the Reaper tour.)

I admit it, they still get me hot. They also may be the only band that uses sufficient cowbell. I do so approve of the cowbells.

The problem is, that ... well, the lyrics.

There's a line there, "I'm livin' for givin' the devil his due". Of course (no, srsly, if you know me this really is an "of course" moment) my mind started playing with the words and ended up with "givin' the devil his do" -- as in hairdo.

Which led me, of course to Devil's Haircut(embedding disabled by request, the bastages) by Beck.

Now don't get me wrong. I am greatly approving of Mr. Beck and in no way wish to denigrate his talent, however dudes -- I now have Beck and Blue Oyster Cult doing some sort of insane Dueling Banjos thing from Deliverance in my head.

I'm sure you understand how this could be disturbing.

It's gonna be a long day.

Sunday, March 15, 2009


It Never Snows in Vancouver

Originally uploaded by Rabbitch


I meant to post this ages ago but Flickr was hating me for a while. Let's see if this works.

This is the view(ish) from my front porch, a month or two back.

Sunday, March 01, 2009


Mel and David Stretched My Holes

As promised, it's not been all blood and bandages around here. The "situation" is still ongoing but I expect it will either escalate (in which case I can deal with it officially) or go away (in which case I don't need to deal with it at all) shortly. It's not something I am spending my time stewing over.

Over which I am spending my time stewing.

That thing.

There has been much work of a fiberly nature and now I've finally got my camera talking to my daughter's computer (it still won't talk to mine) I am working on getting photos of knitting on here. I have to load them on to her computer (when she's not playing on Club Peguin -- don't ask) and then email them to MY computer and then download them to somewhere and it's all a huge pain but at least it's now possible.

There has also been ornamentation of the person.

I'm not much for jewelry. If you've met me you've likely noticed that I (sometimes) wear a wedding ring (it's usually in my pocket or on the desk where I'm working), sometimes wear two pinkie rings (on the same finger) that I love (one is a Celtic band in silver, one is a very very old eternity ring with a circle of diamonds), and sometimes wear a knitted and beaded ring given to me by Sivia. (I'm a total starfucker, I like dropping names. Name-dropping. That. Plus I like claiming that she and I are engaged.)

I very occasionally wear a sheep pendant made for me by my Mouse and I always wear my belly ring and one small earring up high on the cartilege of my right ear. The belly ring and that one earring are my only two constants. My weddding ring's in my pocket right now. I think. Unless it's in the bathroom with the other rings.

However, I recently received a very thoughtful gift package from my friend Dr. Mel. Along with some utterly delicious roving from his own Madeleine, I got some luscious hand cream and a little wall plaque (thank you, David!) and some silver earrings (purchased on their recent jaunt to Peru) that I thought were alpacas, my husband thought were llamas (he immediately asked me where the duck was; the boy is well-trained) and which Mel claims are vicuñas.

Anyhow, no matter what the critters are, they're lovely. Simple, plain, stylized, and they suit me very well, so I put them on this evening.

Evidently if you don't wear earrings for a long time, your holes get tighter. (The holes in your ears, you perverts.) These earrings have fairly substantial posts, and I should hardly be surprised, as Mel claims that those of his tribe often have "a little extra".

Anyhow, there was shoving and pushing and possibly a little tearing. I wore them all evening but my earlobes were a little damaged and I had to treat them with some alcohol (rubbing alcohol externally, a little beer taken orally, just to be sure and purely as a prophylactic measure).

One can never be too careful.

If I can get my kid to take pictures tomorrow I'll see if I can get Flickr to cooperate and let me post pix of them. Amazingly, they even look appropriate when one is all butched up in a flannel shirt.

Anyhow, the point of this whole post is to say a huge Thank You! to Mel and David. That was the most delightful and touching package I've received in some time and I'm still smiling.

If, perhaps, a little sore.

I do hope it was good for you.

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