Shut Up & Knit!

Reports of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

Thank you, Mr. Twain.  I couldn't have said it any better.

Although, I did love that CarrieK emailed yesterday to see if I needed a get-away car and/or bail.  That's a friend.

I'm not feeling the blog right now and I've been crazy busy.  I apologize to the six of you who are reading along and worry when I'm quiet for too long.  I'm mostly okay and full of the cranky.

10 Ways to Waste Time on the Internet

1. Sex Blogs
2. Knitting Blogs
3. Random Blogs
4. Photo Blogs
5. Following the links in any (or all) of the above.
6. TMZ.com  (I love Harvey Levin!)
7. Teh Goggles  (What's better than being able to look up any random thing that pops into your head?)  (Not to mention stalking former loves.)  (Not that I would ever do that.)  (/ahem)
8. Ravelry.com  (If you ever want to feel like a genius, poke around the message boards over there.  It will make you fear for the future of humanity.)
9. Etsy.com  (If they don't have it, you don't need/want it.  No, really.)
10. ZUMA!

Speaking of how much I hate people...

The same thing happens every year... 

(Yes, I love Mr. Cosby, too, but not like I love Harvey Levin.)

It's fall.  The weather is getting cooler and some whiz kid over at Ravelry points out that knitwear is HUGE! this fall.

Ummm...

Hello!  It's getting cold.  Sweaters/scarves/hats/yatta are always popular when it's cold!  You are not some trendsetting visionary, deary.  You're watching tv while eating Funions and noticed an Old Navy ad for cheap machine knit sweaters.  That does not make you the next Anna Wintour or something.  FFS!

Then there's the coming invasion of the shopping holiday and how Halloween decorations were taken down the Thursday before Halloween at my Target.  By Halloween itself, there were tacky shopping holiday crap hanging from the ceiling and I'm realizing that I need to hurry up and stock up on supplies so I don't have to go over there again until the new year.,

I'll spare you from my rant about stealing from the pagans, fake faith, the religon of greed, and how annoyed this time of year makes me.  Because, frankly, y'all know.

Cranky enough?  ;^)

Oh, and the wind has stopped, the computer has stopped making that noise, I found a teapot I sort of like and need to knit for, and I got that email account back.  (Although, I can't find the comments left here last Tuesday.  :?)

Tomorrow, spinning, a sock in progress and how Lyra gets corners*.

Happy Tuesday!

*Or nothing at all if I'm really not feeling it.  It's not like I get paid to blog, ya know.

Holy Crap! Two Straight Married Lurking Men!

What is this world coming to?!

So in yesterday's post, I received a comment from Mike, who wanted me to know he's a straight married man [with kids and everything!] and he's reading along, too.  Since Mike used his typekey thing I did not get an email address.  That means I can't email him to see if this is the Mike with the stale salad or if this is some other Mike.

Btw, if it's not stale salad Mike, I have no clue who is he.

[Edit:  It is the Mike with the limp salad.  Hi, Mike!]

Unless my Mikey got married and didn't tell me.  Doubtful because my Mikey loves/fears me and knows better than doing something so foolish.

Where was I?

Oh, right.  I was ranting about people bashing my beloved state.

Prop 8 was passed Tuesday night/Wednesday afternoon... depending on who you were paying attention to.  As a native Californian, I was not surprised.  Saddened, but not surprised.  While I do believe in my bones that one day (soon) everyone will be allowed to marry the person they love, the masses just aren't ready yet. 

I can even explain why what happened happened in a way that would actually make sense.  This should impress regular readers who are painfully familiar with how rarely I actually make sense.

However, in order to explain, I would have to be bluntly honest and in the process insult, offend and hurt quite a few people.  Including, I fear, people I love.  That is something I am not willing to do.

Although, I have thought about doing it because I am tired of reading blog posts that insult my beloved home state and everyone living in it.  Some of these bloggers are young, passionate and were voicing their frustration over the passage of something that boils down to hate and playing God.  I do understand.

However, for not the first time, it got me thinking about who I read, know online and think I know.  That happens every four years.  It's just a shock to see people who do not believe in basic human rights.

My point?

I don't think I have one anymore.  I really need to stop answering email while writing a blog post.

Oh, and it did my tiny black evil heart good to see those people out protesting in the streets last night on the news.  If I was younger, I'd be out there, making damn sure my voice was being heard.

Now?

Eh.  The intellectually challenged make me tired.  Justice and equality will come. Sooner rather than later, I think.

We vote again in two years, right?

Oh, and because those same folks will just hate this:

ps... I fucking hate the high road, but there's no room in the gutter for me this week.

Happy Friday, people!

Let me get this straight...

Stress and tension (Ha!) can effect your sock gauge.

Really?!

Pattern:  Pembrokeshire Pathways by Brenda Dayne
Yarn:  Jitterbug, Vatican Pie, won at Margene's.  Love this yarn!
Needles: 2.75 mm dpns
Mods:  I used my usual short row toes and heels.  I also knit LC vs the RC that the pattern called for because I can knit LC more easily without a cable needle.
Knit for: Me!

Same amount of chart repeats on both socks.  However, life was a bit more stressful for sock #2.  I can live with it... I think.

Let me get this straight... Part 2

You aren't smart enough to read, understand and follow the rules, and feel that people should bend over to suit you.  When that doesn't happen, because hello!  you are not any more special or unique than anyone else, you quit the group and go pout in your blog, where you show yourself to be a poorly socialized racist.  Your parents must be very proud. 

And, yes, I do realize that in part it is their fault for not being good enough parents to actually parent you, but we all reach an age where we have to overcome (parts of) our upbringing and start doing the right thing.  You're long past that time, honey.  You're not nearly cute enough to be pulling this princess bullshit.

Let me get this straight... Part 3

Being a social climbing name-dropping asshole is really the new cool?

Really? 

Because I find it annoying, insulting and very second grade.

Then again, I'm just lucky/thankful that no one is trying to climb me.  It's good to be not cool/unfashionable, people.  I think the bad hair cut is helping me with this one, too.

Let me get this straight... Part 4

You want us to remain friends... okay.

You fall off the radar without a word...  hmmmmm...

Okay, but I'm thinking this isn't what remaining friends means.

I am also thinking that I should not be doing all the chasing since we are only friends... if that. 

It would be different if things were different, but we'd have to be different and we both know that won't be happening because one of us will never change.

...

Anyone seen my happy place?

Jeez...

Not dead yet

Yesterday was cooler.

Okay.

Yesterday was much cooler.  Fourteen degrees cooler, according to the weather chickie on the news.  Plus there is a slight delta breeze that arrived in the late afternoon that is blowing the worst of the smoke out of the valley.

Now if I could just get the cat out of the bathroom...

No, I don't know why she's has taken to hanging out in the bathroom.  I just know that there are some things a girl likes to do alone.

Yeah.

In other news,  I got an email from the people at Joanns this morning.  It proves that one does not need to be a craft person to work there.

The email's title was a call to "Sewers & Quilters...".

I replied because I'm in a mood and told them to google the meaning of the word "sewer" and apologize.  I know it's a common enough mistake, but, if you want to be taken seriously and want our money, you might want to learn the difference between a person who sews and a sewer. 

Just a slight difference.

Don't you think?

& This was too funny not to share.

You Are Spring!

Hopeful Playful Sweet Fresh Airy

What Season Woman Are You?

Happy Friday, everyone!

I have seen it all now *

I went to the post office this morning to mail the socks from yesterday to my darling what's his name.  My postman refuses to let me tape money to a package and leave it in the mailbox for him.

Men can be so difficult at times.

Because it's Monday, the post office was packed.  I got in line behind a young lady with a nose ring and planned on quietly waiting my turn because that's what you do.  However, I was very quickly distracted by noises coming from ahead of me in line. 

I peeked around the nose ring and the old guy in front of her and saw a girl, who was about ten, standing ahead of us in line.  She was dressed in summer clothes including pool shoes (flip-flops) and messy hair.  While I was surprised to see the messy hair on a day it wasn't windy, what really got my attention, was the DVD PLAYER she had that was PLAYING A MOVIE IN THE POST OFFICE!

This, my darlings, is a sign that humanity is DOOMED!

Her equally messy haired mother, who was showing far too much tummy to be in public, explained to the postal employee that helped her that the child was out of school and bored.

Hello?!

She is so bored that she cannot stand in line at the post office for five minutes without having a movie with her?  Does she take it with her to school?  Does she need it to brush her teeth at night? 

Because, ya know, those four minutes of tooth brushing are not nearly as exciting or fun as watching a movie.  Maybe she has another dvd player built into her bathroom, so she can always have a movie playing.

Because heaven forbid that child not be entertained every single minute of every damn day of her entire life.

No wonder I hate people.

And to think, I grew up in a world where you went outside to play when you were bored during the summer.  I guess that's just not cool these days.  Although, with the way things are going, I'm sure it won't be too much longer before someone starts making bikes with built-in dvd players.

Yeesh!

* And I've seen some shit in my day. 

Shut up!