Thursday, February 24, 2005

Purling in my Sleep.

I've been sick for a few days, so I think my sleeping patterns should perhaps be blamed on illness.

That said, I woke up several times in the night because I was dropping my stitches in my current knitting project. Happily, the actual knitting was safely in the next room. Even more happily, I realized this each time I woke up and didn't have to frantically search the bedclothes for it. Well, maybe once I did.

Since I seem to have knitting on the brain, here are some pictures.

I started out making this ribbed scarf:

It got to be about a foot long, and then I realized that while it was fairly nice, I just wasn't looking very forward to wearing it. So I ripped the whole thing out and started work on this:

I call it a schawl, because it is wider than a scarf but smaller than a shawl. (Size reference: the needles are about 14" long.) When I started it, I was certain that I had three skeins of the yarn. Unfortunately, I only have two, and I've had it for 20 years so I can hardly expect to find more. However, several years back Joni knitted me a hat and mittens from it. They're gorgeous, but I never wear the hat, so I am considering frogging it (that's "taking the whole thing apart" to you non-knitters) to make my schawl as long as I think I want it. We'll see.

In other news, I broke my vow to make something from Stitch 'N Bitch before attacking any of the pretties in Stitch 'N Bitch Nation, and am most of the way through one of a set of legwarmers:

That was my progress when I got up this morning. I think I'll be done with that one pretty soon. Then I have to start all over and do the exact same thing all over again, which sounds very boring. Oh well.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005


So, Hunter S. Thompson has died, apparently by his own hand.

I must confess, I did not believe he would ever die. I didn't think he could. After all, he had pickled himself but good, and I just assumed he would be left to hang out with Keith Richards and the cockroaches, eating twinkies, after the Nuclear Apocalypse.

Oh well.

On the other hand, Giblets claims he isn't dead at all.

Thursday, February 17, 2005


I am so tired today. Weary, even. And for no good reason.

...Oh, hey! It's RAINING! That's new, and not terribly exciting. Maybe the barometer was my problem. Is my problem. I'm not any less tired now that it's raining.

Which reminds me, none of the promised work has been done on our apartment. I am going to turn into THE HULK any day now. But first, another stern letter. When I am less tired.

It is the kind of tired that is not strong enough for me to take a nap, just strong enough that I think of stuff that I need to do but I can't get up and do it. I re-read some of Mindi's novel yesterday and toward the end of the second chapter I just zoned out and couldn't concentrate to write down my thoughts on it. So I guess the rain theory is right out, since yesterday was the same, but without rain. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? And shut up, I could not be pregnant.

I am forcing myself to write this even though my brain keeps going elsewhere, because I want to write down my incredibly simple to-do list so that I will feel more guilty if I don't get through it. So, um, here goes.

By Friday afternoon:

  • Collect old magazines to get rid of. (Should be easy, they are in exactly two places.)
  • Write that feedback for Mindi.
  • Clear off shelf by computer and organize bills there.
  • Stern letter.
  • Two loads laundry.
  • Wash kitchen floor.
  • Vacuum.
  • Clean bathroom.
  • Call sister.
  • flip out and kill people

This weekend:
  • Research combination printers.
  • Buy one with Best Buy gift card.
  • Buy Deadwood.
  • Give up on ever getting anything else done; watch Deadwood.

That's not so bad, right?

Monday, February 14, 2005

Help me find this book.

(Cross-posted, with apologies.)

Oh boy.

Pretend you are a clerk in a bookstore. I am your worst nightmare: I'm looking for a book, but I don't know the title or the author or really anything except that the main character wore pink pants in one scene...

Stop pretending to be a clerk in a bookstore. Seriously, stop! I'd rather you didn't kill me.

So, I'm looking for this book. It is a young adult romance novel (no, really). The main character, who does indeed wear pink pants in one scene, is a good girl with good grades who starts dating a boy (I think his name might be Bobby) with a bad reputation - he's had sex, he maybe can't read, etc. They become very close and she learns that he dreams of being an actor; in one scene he reads to her from Long Day's Journey Into Night. His father is a police officer, he is Italian, and he cooks her dinner. There is a very important scene in which she is nearly hit by a car.

Does anyone have ANY IDEA AT ALL what book I am talking about?

It's Valentine's Day.

Seven years ago today, I thought (for the first time) about what it might be like to kiss Will.

It is really, really nice.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Career Bettie

I know of at least one website where you can enter in the ingredients you've got on hand and the site will magically tell you what you can cook with them. Magic! (I am certain I've come across another site that does the same thing, but now I can't find it.)

Wouldn't it be nice if there were a site where you could enter in your skills and weaknesses, and it would magically (MAGICALLY!) tell you what you could do for pay that wouldn't suck out your soul or break up your marriage or leave you physically debilitated?

Yes, I know, there are career counselors and placement tests and soforth, but those things cost money and may not comply with the soul-sucking thing.

So I thought that in lieu of a website or counselor, I would turn to my Crazy Internet People. Because I really need some money, dudes. So I am going to give you a list of the skills I can think of, and a list of the things I cannot do, and you, my beloveds, are going to make suggestions.

I am able to:

  • Read.
  • Write.
  • Copy Edit. I have a certificate that says so.
  • Type. Probably around 50 words per minute, but I have not actually tested myself.
  • Use a computer (including all MS Office programs, Final Draft, and Photoshop - and some Apple movie-making programs, albeit at novice level).
  • Do research, using both the internet and "books."
  • Alphabetize. I can also spell, and use proper grammar.
  • Take photographs (digital and 35mm).
  • Use html and some CSS to create a website.
  • Drive.
  • Use surface streets to get there in half the time it would take on the highway.
  • Cook.
  • Care for/play with children, including infants.
  • Plan a wedding. (What? I can.)
There is surely more that I can do, but that seems a good start.

I absolutely cannot or will not:
  • Work opposing shifts from Will (i.e. I will only work between 10:00 and 6:00, M-F).
  • Be on my feet or active for more than a few hours at a time.
  • Take public transport more than 30 minutes each way and with more than one transfer. Do not try to argue this one, I just won't.
  • Commute much more than 30 minutes using any form of transportation.
  • Be yelled at.
  • Wait tables (which falls under the physical requirements but bears mentioning anyway).
  • Accept less than $15 per hour for my services (more in certain fields). This is negotiable if I am working on a per-project basis.
  • Put myself in unreasonable danger, and anything else that ought to go without saying.
So, based on this haphazard and incomplete listing, what should I attempt to do with myself? (By the way, my resume stinks. But I will work on it.)

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

new stuff

Been playing with Photoshop. I made the green one a few weeks ago and am no longer satisfied with it. But I love the pretty lady (a Marlboro ad from the 30s).

Edited in:

For those of you that watch television:

WIL WHEATON dot NET: Where is my mind?: and now for something completely different

Through the Looking Glass

Through the Looking Glass

It is not my own invention.

(There are actually quite a number of blogs with names identical or similar to mine. I just thought this one particularly interesting in the Not Me sense.)

Monkeys Business!

Monkeys Pay to See Female Monkey Bottoms

Monday, February 07, 2005

Ahhh, Los Angeles. City of...Angles. Or something.

So I got home this afternoon and checked the mail. In the pile were our voter information packets. Apparently this March we will be voting for Mayor. I skimmed the list of people running for the position. They include the current Mayor, an LA City Councilman, and an Attorney, among others. Ahhh, yes. Others. Well, one Other to be specific: Wendy Lyons, Meatpacker. Now, I have nothing against meatpacking. (Insert sex joke here, please.) And I'm sure Wendy is a lovely gal. But it sure looked funny in a list of lawyers and soforth.

In other news, my condolences to Ace, whose chandelier committed suicide to escape living in a house with people who actually have good taste (unlike whoever installed the damn thing).

Saturday, February 05, 2005

I may be a girl after all.

Yesterday I spent a lovely morning with Melanie and her beau Tom wandering around Venice Beach. I had done quite well, managing to only spend $5 on a super-cute tank top and $4 on lunch, when I saw them: THE SHOES. It was love at first sight. Heels, but not too tall, unlike all of the other heels I own. Pink with green piping. Teensy strap like Mary-Janes. And only available in a 6 or an 8.5. I wear a 7. Disaster! Oh, but they also come in brown, with pink piping. EVEN CUTER! So I wound up spending $25 extra on myself, even though we can't afford things like cute shoes. But Will didn't seem to mind much. He is so good to me! I think I am going to put together an outfit worthy of the shoes to wear tonight to dinner at our friends Alan and Kim's place, in which case I will post a picture of The Shoes with said outfit. If I wind up in my usual sneakers (not a bad idea given that I will be playing with Harriet, their Boxer), I will post a picture of The Shoes anyway. I just need to charge the camera battery.

Update on Antioch reunion-y thingy: I knew one person there, though not particularly well - she lived in the same building as me. Will befriended a couple who were there with their gorgeous baby, and found out toward the end of the evening that the husband was the older brother of a guy he used to know. There isn't actually an alumni association out here, though there is an affiliated graduate school somewhere in the area. This was more part of a campaign they're running, which I gather is (as always) to raise money. I managed to contribute what I thought was a brilliant money-raising idea. There is a series of dorm buildings, known collectively as Presidents (each building is named for a former president of the college) that were built as temporary housing in the 60s. Needless to say, they are still in use despite not being anywhere close to habitable. There is a vague plan to knock them down and build permanent housing. I suggested offering alumni the opportunity to begin the destruction for a fee. Charge 'em $50, hand 'em a hammer, provide beer. Knowing Antiochians, they will be flooding out of the woodwork to lend a hand and no professional demolitions crew will be necessary. Even Will said he would fly to Ohio to participate, and he has sworn to never EVER return to Yellow Springs.

In other news, Jenn took me to see the USC chamber choir perform yesterday afternoon. I am not much for choral music, but they really blew me away. The Disney Concert Hall downtown is a really neat building. The architecture is just neat and the acoustics are outstanding. I did have some issues with the color scheme of the carpeting and upholstery, though.

I think I will take a bath now.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

I have lost my mind.

We are going to an "Informal Gathering" of LA area alumni from our college this evening.

The invitation arrived Tuesday. I collected it from our mailbox Wednesday morning, and when I returned to the apartment there was a message on the machine, following up and asking for an RSVP.

Organized, aren't they?

I expect one of three things shall transpire:

  1. We will know no one in attendance.
  2. We will become re-acquainted with one or more people that we actually liked or at least didn't hate.
  3. The only people we know who are there will be ex-whatevers of Will's.

These are clearly the only possible outcomes.

But there will be food.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Fashion post.

It would seem that flats are in.

I don't get it.

Don't get me wrong, I think some of them are super-cute. But I just don't get it.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

I can't stop smiling!

It's not my news to share, so I can't say why at this time. But I am SUPER HAPPY and I LOVE EVERYONE!