2.19.2008

1.19.08

yay! I'm officially on vacation.

2.17.2008

2.17.08

I am in almost vacation, nail biting anxiety, random dream generator mode (you know, the restless sleep that has people you haven't seen in years popping up to have a hamburger in a Dive Bar before you both go merrily off to meet friends at a ANCIENT EGYPTIAN PYRAMID IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SUBURBS. yes, random dream generator strikes again. It was odd enough that this morning, rather early I started trying to contact the hamburger-imbibing individual via myspace. I'm not sure why the dream lunch consumption was so unsettling, although I don't think that buddha has ever really been that fond of hamburgers.)
I got the house mostly clean last night and started trying to pack only to discover that alot of my summer clothes don't really fit. Which leads me to wonder, why didn't I try them on several weeks ago, you know, WHEN I HAD TIME TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
um......, oops.

2.08.2008

2.8.08 friggin' freezing friday

It's still cold. really cold. big surprise there, huh?
All of this white freezing, blowing stuff is making the Hemlock Ring Blanket a really appealing knit to plan. I may even have to relax my no-new-yarn-until-after-vacation stance soon.
The January Sweater is drying after a second dunking in cool water. I was pleased to note that the color didn't bleed AT ALL this time.
Roam almost has completed sleeves - unfortunately there is not enough yarn left for a hood so I am evaluating my collar options. I was thinking an i-cord around the edges. We'll see....
Completely unrelated story: My telephone rang last night after 10: pm (which is odd to begin with) and who should be calling but an acquaintance who is completely bats and has somehow decided to torture befriend me. She had a superfluous question that could have waited until a more appropriate time to call (appropriate being nothing after 9: pm if you are a casual acquaintance, only sisters are allowed to call late. Yes, when you get up at 6:am everything after 9: is late) however the real gem in the conversation came when she started telling me of the ongoing feud with her neighbors. She is now convinced that they smashed out the window in her truck with a soup bone. 'Not just a regular soup bone. It was industrial sized, with some meat still on it' and all part of a PLOT involving the neighbors, their grandson and a truck with a especially loud muffler. There was mention of police and a large Magpie/Raven and some suspicious lurking thrown in for good measure.
The moral of this story: do not piss off your neighbors. They may cook up a sinister plot involving industrial size soup bones and a good pitching arm carried out by a sinister grandson with bad taste in vehicles. And some poor individual may have to listen to your deluded ramblings when all she really wants to do is knit and watch The A Daily Show.

2.05.2008

2.5.08 (just remember you heard it here first)

Remember my post re: Vampire Weekend?
I am officially cool. Well, maybe that is a stretch. But not only did VSL mention them soon after but Neil Gaiman likes them too. (Neil, may I be Martha to your Dr. Who?)
You should also see this post from VSL and then watch the website......

2.5.08

Here is my latest talent crush:
I watched a movie featuring this song, any guesses? Was good too.
really, really good.

2.04.2008

2.4.08

Masterpiece has been on a Jane Austen kick for the last several weeks. I loved Northanger Abbey, was amused at the casting of Billie Piper (most memorable as Rose in Dr Who) in Mansfield Park and positively horrified by Anne Elliot in Persuasion - my favorite of all the novels. (Why could they not have chosen another actress? or changed her hair somehow? uggh) But what was really gripping: last night they had Miss Austen Regrets - yes, lots of speculation abounding all over the place but Jane... I mean Olivia Williams, I remember her best from being Jane Fairfax in Emma - you know the nice Emma without Gwyneth Paltrow; Jane was gripping to watch. She was charming, cynical and real. This is the only decent clip I could find (side note: The funniest part about this clip is what it is not showing you. He was not only rather (um, very) rude the night before, but Jane is the wee-est bit hungover)