earworm
Goats are Parading
Parading, goats are parading;
parading down the street.
Parading, goats are parading;
leaving little treats.
Packing List: Green Bay, WI (in the freakin’ winter)
American Tourister carry-on*
Clothes:
Toys and Sundry Items:
*You wouldn’t think that this is big enough for a weekend in the cold, but since it is so very devoid of weird pockets, rigid walls and things that take up space where you should be able to put clothes, it does actually hold quite a lot.
The actual suitcase that I will be checking has swag in it.
I’ll probably end up dropping this into the suitcase and rolling it on board on the way back…unless I buy lots of stuff there…. like 70 pounds of cheese curds.
Pattern Recognition
My inner casting agent is starting to work:
Bernard Stonestreet
and this song for when Cayce meets Hobbes-Baranov…
Panda Sneeze
Does anyone else still watch that little video of the panda baby sneezing at least three times in a row (and still giggle)?
Heh.
stuff
So I was toiling away dutifully on my floofy scarf that went with my raspberry beret (Mike I Am, cue the music) and then I lost my tiny little mind and bought this hat.
Of course it doesn’t match my floofy scarf and as I know my tendency to get distracted by shiny things, I probably will not take this off of my head all next weekend in the Great White North.
Hence, I need new yarn for another scarf. (I also bought some new needles in purple plastic – they were on sale – so that security at the airport won’t wig out over knitting needles. They didn’t last time, but these are larger than my other ones, but I’m hoping that they aren’t intimidated by knitting needles that look like they are descendants of Barney.)
Such a hardship, I know. However, time is getting short and I need to finish the floofy scarf, because, dammit, I will be bringing it with me regardless, and also I need to get the other one started so that I have something to do on the plane but also so that it doesn’t HAVE to be the only thing I do on the plane.
I will need to sleep some, since it is likely to be the only sleep I get next weekend.
I’m also trying to remind myself what it feels like to be cold and psych myself up for it. Right now I’m trundling around the house fairly regularly in my boxer shorts with robots all over them, a tshirt and my leopard flip flips. (radiators are nothing if not efficient in my building… and the cat, she likes it warm.) while knitting stuff and snuffling over Grey’s Anatomy.
I caught up on most of this season watching it streaming over the web. Handy that.
And I really don’t ever think that the networks will ever get it through their thick skulls that when they up the volume on the commercials they are just begging me to mute the fuckbleeper and not watch it. If they left it at a consistent volume I wouldn’t bother and I might actually get the message for the sponsors.
Morons and luddites, all of them. I’m not going to play their game.
New desk is in this week as well.
I ordered this to set next to my desk/cabinet that I use for my office and little laptop. I would have just put the new setup in there, but for large projects on VAIOlet I definitely need an external monitor and even 15″ ones don’t fit in the opening. The desk I got is actually a hall table and I just didn’t put on the lower shelf. Luckily, it wasn’t unstable without the shelf so I didn’t have to worry about my knees bumping. It even matched VERY closely the finish on my other desk.
Nice.
Am very happy.
(and I’ll take a picture of it in situ when the living room isn’t so crapped out from getting ready for next weekend.)
I know, I know…
a long weekend and nary a post.
sorry.
I was going to use a lot of this weekend to be alternately cleaning the house or unconscious as I am still sick.
However, life intervened and I ended up out of the house a great deal of the time.
I did manage to drag myself to Michael’s to look for yarn to match a raspberry polarfleece hat I bought on super duper insane sale at REI for when I go to the great white north in a few weeks.
I had an idea of what I wanted in the yarn, sort of multicolored and possibly nubby (I’m a sucker for Lion Brand wool worsted weight). What I found that I liked was somewhat atypical for me… that floofy yarn that I’ve always looked at with a sort of cross eyed look.
But it seemed to be what I wanted so I grabbed several skeins and bit the bullet to go pay for the somewhat expensive stuff. Well, when the total showed up, it ended up being 2 bucks a skein.. so I went back and bought the rest of the bin ;)
In short, I’ve gotten about a foot of scarf done in a few hours (i’m using my monster needles which works well with the yarn.) I like it because it looks like something real… not something that I did… if that makes any sense.
I blame that last sentence on the fever I’ve had on and off for a week. It makes me hallucinatory and rather cranky.
Today at work was just hideous.
But I won’t go into that.
hee
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My Candy Heart
Its different than “My Cheatin’ Heart”…
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Eden meme
last cigarette: never
last car ride: back from Fremont, Ca (though if you are being super anal about it, I moved my car this morning so that they could steet clean, not much of a ride.)
last kiss: the other night
last good cry: is there ever a good cry? IMO, no. But to play along, I leaked a few at a story I read.
last library book checked out: probably something at the PCL when I was in college in Austin
last movie seen:in the theater? Harry Potter Goblet of Fire IMAX
last book read: paper book? Boyfriend School, Sarah Bird
last cuss word uttered: bloody buggering hell
last beverage drank:diet orange sunkist
last food consumed:sushi
last crush:eddie izzard
last phone call:tex
last tv show watched:Dresden Files (via iTunes)
last time showered:ermm… yesterday (I stayed home sick today)
last shoes worn:leopard pattern flip flops
last cd played: Aimee Mann Lost In Space (via iPod)
last item bought:Camelbak 3 liter at REI
last downloaded:free fonts from Chank Fonts (Chank ROCKS!)
last annoyance:those &^%*& ants that have come in out of the rain and are running all over the damn place
last disappointment:I’ll have to think about that one
last soda drank:diet orange sunkist (hey, pay attention! I just told you that!)
last thing written:A letter to the boys at Top Gear
last key used:house key
last word spoken:much
last sleep:last night until 8:30 a.m. this morning
last im:eden
last sexual fantasy:when I sent those Eddie Izzard pics to Eden
last ice cream eaten:umm, I can’t remember the last time I ate ice cream. Dn’t like it much.
last time amused:
last time wanting to die:never, really.
last time in love:about 3 years ago
last time hugged:Sunday
last time scolded:last August
last time resentful:last August
last chair sat in:red kitchen chair from Ikea
last lipstick used:Burt’s Bees chapstick
last underwear worn: Hanes polka dot bikinis
last bra worn:err… its periwinkle, but I have no idea what brand. I bought it at Target if that helps…
last webpage visited:Google.com/Reader reading this
How to move
Part of my patented “How to!” series.
(Kidding. Mostly)
What with all the thoughts of Tumbleweed Tiny homes and trailers and possibly moving to a different neighborhood when things reach ‘Tilt’ here… I have thought a lot about how I move.
I used to bribe a ton of friends to drive over to whatever apartment I was in during college (and I moved all the time in Austin, both my grandmothers gave me my own page in their books.) and load up my packed stuff in their cars/trucks and then drive en masse to my new place. They would unload their car once and then come in to eat pizza that I bought.
I can’t do that anymore since I have actual furniture and frankly, I won’t do that to my friends anymore since I can actually afford to rent a truck and mover monkeys now.
Now, the actual mechanics of moving are out of the way and the strategy of moving is what I consider.
Now, I get into my new place, measure, measure, measure, sum up, measure and then put what I think will be perfect into its spot and then cast a gimlet eye on what won’t fit perfectly (or at all) and give heavy thought toward getting rid of it.
A mutable feast.
I’ve slimmed down some of my stuff, but my house is still somewhat overflowing… and frankly I don’t know that this apartment is any bigger than the tiny house, but the lovely thing about building a tiny house is that I can badger some architect (or uncle of mine) to help me customize the hell out of the house.
Should be fun.
The trailer?
Well, that’s another matter. I think that will be my tiny laptop, several large capacity hard drives, cameras of various sorts, my bedding and favorite clothes.
Viva life on the road!
Humpty Dumpty – Aimee Mann
So better take the keys
And drive forever
Staying won’t put these
Futures back together
All the perfect drugs
And superheroes
Wouldn’t be enough
To bring me up to zero.
Humpty Dumpty (listen) – Aimee Mann – Lost In Space












