Wednesday, February 27, 2008

make new friends...

If you were ever a Brownie, you've now got an annoying song stuck in your head, don't you?

I went to a new knitting group this morning up the street and it was really great. I'm starting to think that if Bush and Bin Laden just sat down with some drinks and some knitting, that they would see that this whole terrorism malarkey is sooo silly. Erm, or maybe they'd just stab each other... I don't know. Knitting, unlike other hobbies such as Midget Tossing, is something that people of all ages and social status can bond over. It's definitely a community and I'm so glad I've taken it up -- I've met the most interesting people.

Cheryl Oberle was at the Tenn St. Coffee knitting group. She's a bit of a local knitting celebrity and she was really nice. I think that if I were published (even if it were just on a Most Wanted poster) I'd be a bit full of myself, but there was no pretension there at all -- not with her nor with any of the other women. It was great to go -- I'd heard about the group months ago, but was too scared to go, so it was nice that Betsy encouraged me to attend.

That's it really. Now I'm going to try to motivate and get to the pool.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

snake and mice and snow

Finished... these are going to the post office on Monday!

Friday, February 22, 2008

fri(e)day update

I exercised like an anorexic today -- it was awesome! Weird guy in the pool, thank you. You were weird. You didn't leave after your swim. You lurked at the shallow end of the pool next to the ladder (the one I leave my swim bag near) and because of that, I didn't want to leave the pool so I finished my laps. You still completely creeped me out when you watched me leave the pool, but I can live with that.

I also tried to run in the park, to no avail. My lungs are shot. I walked there, started to circle the park and then gave up because I was on a schedule. Oh well, I will be back. There should be babies soon; it looks like I'll get to see them from hatchlings to adolescence this year as there are still no work prospects on the horizon.

Well, that's not entirely true... I got a call for an interview today. I don't know if I want to make the effort. My hope is that I'd have to quit soon anyway... and it's not a great job, just some time-wasting thing I found on Monster that pays pretty poorly. Hmmm. I'll have a think over the weekend and phone them on Monday -- maybe they'll have hired someone by then anyway?

What else? My neighbors are crazy. This was rigged-up in the front yard of one neighbor today. He's harnessing the power of the sun for something... I just can't fathom what for. I'm surprised he hasn't received a summons from the HOA.

Me? I'm up to absolutely no good as well. Sleepy Snake and Mischievous Mouse are almost finished... Snake and mouse(s... erm, MICE) need eyes embroidered, ears and toupees affixed and a little stuffing for good squishiness. I should have these in the mail on their way to their new home in Maine by Monday, too. It's going to be a full weekend, clearly.

I was planning on hitting up Fancy Tiger for their series of grand openings, but the Axle-Jacobys took me out for a late lunch and now I can't move from my place on Le Couch. Le Sigh.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

proselytizing car bumpers

I can overlook the "respect life" license plates... and the other political ones, but when I see a car PLASTERED over with God bumper stickers, I have to take pause. And get a little upset. First, Chevy Nova, you drive like shit. You just might meet your maker sooner than others -- keep your car in your own lane, please. Second, how can you see anything with the surplus of Pro-Jesus stickers covering your rear window?

The only one that really struck a chord (i.e. the only one I can remember in it's entirety) was this: "Jesus. Don't leave home without him."

Jaysus Christ. Barf.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

roadie hero

This is so realistic!

Saturday, February 16, 2008

marketing 101

I don't know if it's because this year is an election year or if it has something to do with the fact that I spend the bulk of my day in front of the television or if I'm just becoming a tad curmudgeonly or what, but I got so wound up over a detergent commercial that I had to send them hate mail.

Unilever has minimized their laundry detergent bottles but "concentrated" their formula so you still get the same amount of loads out of a bottle 35% smaller than the "traditional" bottle of laundry detergent. One of their selling points is that a smaller bottle = less waste, but I beg to differ. Wouldn't putting the concentrated formula into the traditional bottle = less waste? Fewer bottles purchased means, one would assume, fewer bottles thrown away, no? So I gave them some feedback. I'm not the sharpest nail in the shed, but I take offense at their blatant faulty logic. I got a response 3 days later and it appears I'm not the only one to point out the flaw in their selling point. Score: public-1, multicorp-0.

Another ad campaign which really raises my ire is the Always "have a happy period" campaign. I simply find that slogan offensive. "Happy" and "period" are not complementary -- I assume a man came up with this. Bastards. I don't know if they did this in America, but their European and Canadian products come wrapped in plastic with handy facts written on the outside -- things like, "Chocolate increases seratonin levels in the brain which makes you feel good. You should eat chocolate when you're having your period." I like the factoids, please lose the slogan.

OK, that's all. There's cooking on TV and I feel compelled to watch now.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

you're so vain

So it's gone a bit Hollywood around my house. I broke down and bought this today:They're pretty gross, actually... they leave a nasty gooey film on your teeth and it's actually quite hard to just sit still for 5 minutes and NOT swallow, but I'm feeling positive about this little experiment. I'm keeping photos of the progress... I probably won't share because really, teeth are on the list with feet.

Off to Drunk Knitting now.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

depression is the new diet

It's after 4pm already and I haven't eaten yet... I keep getting distracted, by the TV or the book... I'm going to get offline now and eat something. I'm famished!

Thursday, February 7, 2008

another new year

Today is Chinese New Year... I'm going to eat out and see if I receive a red packet. While I'm not Chinese, I feel like it's OK to celebrate anyway (erm, I'll celebrate "Lunar New Year" because technically, that's what it is). Besides, it's the Year of the Rat, which is my Zodiac sign, so I'm hoping that the turnaround I anticipated for the Gregorian Calendar new year, will happen soon.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

malabrigo madness

And that yarn down there... the pink stuff on the dusty night stand? It became this:I was just informed by a friend that this photo looks like meat in my flickr feed. The thumbnail really does... but the funny thing is that I probably would take a picture of meat and put it up in my flickr feed. And now I have a purpose.

"super" tuesday

It's Super Tuesday but I'm not affiliated, so I have to sit through the torture of hours and hours of commentary and predictions while the responsible citizens go and vote for their favorites.

On the upside, this was in my inbox this morning:

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Tracy, new friend, made this comic for me after I confessed my weakness for P90X. She had co-conspirators -- the photo was supplied by my friend Ian, why it's so orange, I know not. Maybe I really was this orange at one point? I don't remember... maybe that's why when the Power 90X infomercial comes on TV, I have to drop everything and watch it over and over again.


Drunken knitting tonight. I need to leave in time to catch the new "House" -- a bit of sanity amidst the caucus/primary madness.

Monday, February 4, 2008

today on tv

...there was a segment on one of the morning chat shows about Transgender teenagers. It got me thinking. Is it possible that I'm "TransLife?" I just don't feel like I'm living the life I was meant to -- my life doesn't fit in my body. How can I go about changing this...


It's snowing. Maybe that's what's making me feel so depressed. Maybe a shower and a stiff drink will help. Update to follow...

Saturday, February 2, 2008

little rat (bastard)

6 more weeks of winter... sigh.

Another sign of the apocalypse is Thundersnow... I thought I had dreamt it, but it's a real thing.

OK. I'm bored now... back to Le Couch and Dax's scarf.

Friday, February 1, 2008

lather. rinse. repeat.

Let's see just how many consecutive Friday evenings I can spend home on the sofa... I haven't been keeping count but I'm sure it's close to, if not IN, double-digits now. Sigh. Eh, I've got wasabi peas and enough project to keep me busy for a while... I've also bowed down to Oprah-pressure and started reading "The Pillars of the Earth." Marin's book club just read it, too -- and after seeing Follett on Oprah the other day (I've always kept away from his books because I hate his particular brand of "mystery/thriller" -- well not just his, actually) and he was so charming. Besides they had it at Costco at a knock-down price. I can't resist a good deal (and I figure reading it will firm-up my triceps -- it's a whopper!)

Last night I had a culinary adventure in the form of "mock chopped liver." I don't know if I like it yet... I think it needs like a head or two of garlic. Anyhow the recipe called for over 5 cups of mushrooms, which I took as a call to Costco. I found this little guy in the carton. It wasn't the only one... there was another mutant, conjoined mushroom but I accidentally broke the stem off before I could document it. I threw these guys away, but I'm still feeling unsettled over the rest of the bunch... I'll get over it.

I'm also getting ready to knit up a hat for a secret hat exchange on Ravelry. I chose this particular lovely shade of Malabrigo (Pink Frost). Fancy Tiger is the only store within the city limits who have Malabrigo and I'm so tickled about this... it's simply the most beautiful yarn out there. Well, it's incredibly soft and it's so exclusive that it has to be loved.
Damnitall, the scourge of Valentines is soon upon us. I was over it about 10 years ago...