I've had a post in the works about my beloved Aune skirt for a week - but no decent pictures. Here is some filler in the mean time in no particular order:

I stumbled across 1000 novels everyone must read from the Guardian through Tor. There are some books that are so familiar I wonder if I've actually read them or if it is all in my imagination....does this happen to anyone else?

How can spammers be so ridiculous? Today it was the Oceanic Bank of Nigeria PLC (how could anything sound more made up?Does this a bank have a branch located on the island in Lost? ). Look how they began:
Good Evening My Dear,
That is just the greeting of a pervy uncle

Last week I was contacted by (and I quote) :
Mrs. Marina Litvinenko, wife of Alexander Litvinenko, a former
Russian security officer who died in a London hospital after apparently
being poisoned with the highly-toxic metal thallium by Mr Lugovoi,a
Russian Government Paid agent.
My spammers are VERY highly connected

and Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book has won the Newberry Medal. yay!



My sister is returning from vacation today and rejoicing is heard throughout the land (my rejoicing, probably not hers). Here is a completely unrelated picture of spooky looking trees:


Knitting continues on the Aune Skirt, but slowly. Last night it was aborted due to plumbing issues. While I was at the hardware store yesterday at 4:00 PM, buying a new sink drain I could not help but notice that another customer was the better (or worse) for alcohol. Who drinks before they go to the hardware store? I think it is necessary to drink afterwards. You know after you've assembled and reassembled your bathroom drain, after you've adjusted and readjusted the gaskets, after fiddling with the stopper after each readjustment all the while lying contorted on your back with shampoo bottles poking into the middle of your shoulder blades, after it is clear to you that the sink is still leaking and you are exactly where you started from, but now angry..... maybe the alcohol fumes man was not on his first trip of the day to the hardware store.
Why did I not go out with that plumber? Oh that's right, he kept calling me Katie. Which wouldn't be so bad only it is not actually my name.
And thinking that over reminded me of this from a softer world......

and i think the nose actually looks eerily familiar.....


You have to pay the Troll if you want the boy's.......

This super awesome tower of goodness came in a super exciting box on my porch today....

and then I found this card enclosed...

And then I snorted the yummy pear that came in the super awesome tower of goodness out my nose when I read the very special message:

I love having friends that don't judge my TV viewing habits.



2008 in review; 39 books (not bad)
Here's my top 5:
  1. Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
  2. The Girl Who Played Go by Shan Sa
  3. Blindness by Jose Saramago
  4. The Road by Cormac McCarthy
  5. Anathem by Neal Stephenson
Honorable mentions:
Turn, Magic Wheel by Dawn Powell
The Girl with the Dragon Tatoo by Stieg Larsson
The Quiet Girl by Peter Hoeg


This is ridiculously catchy



I've begun the Aune Skirt from Norah Gaughan Vol 1. It is very chilly here so I am looking forward to it being done....

Not sure about the new Doctor, he looks way young
....Daily Mail

he, he, he. I been caught again.......SWPL
When white people think about regular salt, all they can think about sodium and poor health. When they think about Sea Salt they think about France. So it’s no surprise that it has become so popular.