...they'll only get it on the streets of Ravelry.
I've been playing medical chairs with Kaiser Permanente for the last week. I had an appointment yesterday.
The good news: I lost 60 lbs in about a year.
The bad news: I gained 10 back in the last three months.†
The good news: I lost 5 in the last week.
[SUMMARY: I deserve a cookie.]
The good news: I got paid yesterday.
The bad news: They towed my fucking car% *again* and I'm going to have to shell about 400 bones to free it.‡
The good news: I have a ride to the impound lot.§
[SUMMARY: I need a cookie.]
The good news: It's Friday.
The bad news: Seriously, I can't think of anything bad that it's Friday.
The good news: It's Friday!
[SUMMARY: Gimme a cookie!]
Meanwhile, back at Ravelry...¶
I was actually starting to get... well, not bored, so much, as... um, I was starting to take it for granted. I'd explored, stashed, queued, posted, made friends, joined groups... old hat.#
[SUMMARY: Like knitting your seventh pair of plain ribbed socks.]
Then I realised just how much is there I didn't notice before.
A discussion on huge queues brought me to the "friend activity" tab,†† which shows you what people you've deemed your friends‡‡ have queued and stashed and such.
[SUMMARY: Like your eighth pair of socks being two-at-once on two circs.]
And "friends' blogs" which is a handy place to click over to... friends' blogs.§§
[SUMMARY: Like your ninth pair of socks being Cookie A socks.]
And exploring OTHER PEOPLE'S queues and favourites and such.
[SUMMARY: Like your tenth pair of socks being from New Pathways for Sock Knitters.]
And discovering Stephanie Van der Linden via Moxie Knits' queue...
[SUMMARY: Like your eleventh pair of socks being Stephanie Van der Linden socks.]
Aaaaaaaaand we're back.
As Kelley says, I may have to touch myself.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): The discovery of Brother's BBQ has done me no favours.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): This is so very not the car's fault. I'm an idiot and a dolt and an unmotivated fool. That blue Saturn was my first new car. It served me well and remains one of the best used cars on the market, meaning I actually have decent resale prospects. But I had to throw the word "fuck" in there just so you'd know the depth of my disgust on this. I have only myself to blame. Fucking me.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): While I'm tempted to just let the City and County of Denver keep the damned thing, I seem to remember my knit-charting software is in the back seat.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I know it seems I'm reaching, but at least I don't have to ask my dad again.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Yes, we were.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): New hat! Red hat! Blue hat!
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Also a greater understanding of the use of queues and favourites. Also the term QUIBBLE (queue under infinity but beyond life expectancy)... and a big shout to Doctroid for that elegant acronym.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): ♪Living in a stalker's paradise.♪
§§FOOTNOTE (coreolis!): Big Duh.