I want to learn to do footnotes like they do on Grantland.
I know some of you would appreciate it.
Showing posts with label Boy do I have good news for you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boy do I have good news for you. Show all posts
Monday, June 13, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Dr. Doom Dissects an Eyeball
From: "Brother"
To: "Marin" (et al)
Sent: Monday, May 16, 2011 7:09:55 PM
Subject: Eye Dissection
Hey Guys -
As a preferred younger sibling, Victor got to go to CJ's class last week to dissect eyeballs and CJ's teacher just posted this picture on her blog. Pretty cool.
-B
*************
Sometimes when you have an older brother, the world is a much cooler place.
Go ahead... click for big.
To: "Marin" (et al)
Sent: Monday, May 16, 2011 7:09:55 PM
Subject: Eye Dissection
Hey Guys -
As a preferred younger sibling, Victor got to go to CJ's class last week to dissect eyeballs and CJ's teacher just posted this picture on her blog. Pretty cool.
-B
*************
Sometimes when you have an older brother, the world is a much cooler place.
Go ahead... click for big.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Lost the Camera Cable
That was August.
Found the cable in December, but lost the camera.
Found the camera this week, then realised the cable I found was for an old cell phone.
Bought a new cable today.
Wondering if hundreds of pictures of the Liberace Museum are too passé to post.
Found the cable in December, but lost the camera.
Found the camera this week, then realised the cable I found was for an old cell phone.
Bought a new cable today.
Wondering if hundreds of pictures of the Liberace Museum are too passé to post.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
OMG... O M G... omgomgomgomg
John Cusack is going to play Edgar Allen Poe.
I knew all this sainthood shit would pay off eventually and I would be rewarded.
I knew all this sainthood shit would pay off eventually and I would be rewarded.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Double Crap!
The comments are often interesting. Sometimes, they're downright hilarious. Today, they were humbling, as Kari reminded me of a little oversight† on my part.
I was so busy talking about myself and saying things to make Kim hate me‡ that I completely forgot to tell y'all that Hans got a job too.§ Same place. We'll probably still have adjoining offices.¶
*whew*
There.
Back on the high road.#
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): *cough*
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Dear Kim, I've said it before:
"Look at me," said the star, "I'm shining so brightly." Then it went supernova. The moral of this story is obvious. - Tanith Lee, The Silver Metal Lover
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): And he doesn't even have to be one of my minions.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): There is some chance I will have to move to the other side of our floor, given my two extant minions office there and it's where the empty offices where the two TBD minions will likely live.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Where a saint-in-training belongs.
I was so busy talking about myself and saying things to make Kim hate me‡ that I completely forgot to tell y'all that Hans got a job too.§ Same place. We'll probably still have adjoining offices.¶
*whew*
There.
Back on the high road.#
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): *cough*
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Dear Kim, I've said it before:
"Look at me," said the star, "I'm shining so brightly." Then it went supernova. The moral of this story is obvious. - Tanith Lee, The Silver Metal Lover
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): And he doesn't even have to be one of my minions.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): There is some chance I will have to move to the other side of our floor, given my two extant minions office there and it's where the empty offices where the two TBD minions will likely live.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Where a saint-in-training belongs.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Procedural Question
Took lovely vacation.†
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): With glow sticks!
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Yes, I did. The company that's been my client for the last three years offered me a full-time, permanent position. After carefully weighing the pay (a little less than contractor pay, but that's expected. I'll have to watch my pennies for most of the year, I'm guessing, until I get used to not having free rein of my gross pay), the benefits (401K AND pension, raises AND bonuses, med/dent/vision for $1 a month, garage parking for $25 a month, four weeks paid vacation a year, 10 holidays and one floating holiday a year - for those of you scoring at home, that means I get a full month of and paid per year. Well, for the next four years until I get FIVE weeks vacation a year. Discount stock plan and LTIP [long term incentive program, and when I figure out the LTIP thing, maybe I can explain it to someone else], which means more cash prizes.), the location (same place, five miles from home) and the position (they created it for me, keeping in mind my short attention span, and I will have MINIONS. FOUR MINIONS), I decided that at my age and stage, I couldn't pass it up.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Cash, yes, but bragging rights more important.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): America's Test Kitchen...
to go along with my last two Nintendo-supplied games, which we never talked about.
Professor Layton: wonderful puzzle game (I like puzzles).
Style Savvy: like electronic Barbies.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Red.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I'm very sensitive to onions. I hope the goggles work.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Cuisinart!
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Every happy hour at El Camino, which sounds divey and suspect, but it's actually a really nice neighbourhood bar in what is considered a pretty nice neighbourhood. Despite the name and the discount wine.
§§FOOTNOTE (head... spinning...): I'd hate to be the victim of the first exploding lottery ticket or something, which is where I fear this is headed, given the Kharmic Green Stamps I've cashed in over the last few days.
#NintendoEnthused - plus there's a new hashtag that's supposed to say I've been compensated by Nintendo, but you already knew that and I don't remember what that hashtag looks like. Y'all know Nintendo ships me stuff and I talk about it. I hope you also know that if it sucked, I'd tell you so.
It totally does not suck.
- Took fantastic new job.‡
- Won tourney pool.§
- Came home last night to find new Nintendo cooking game% on the front porch... along with a new chef's apron,¶ onion goggles,# a Cuisinart†† stainless steel stockpot and a truly beautiful, big bamboo chopping board.
- Went to happy hour with Kelley. One bottle of wine, one beer, one order of chips and salsa: $16.25. God bless half-price bottles of wine.‡‡
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): With glow sticks!
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Yes, I did. The company that's been my client for the last three years offered me a full-time, permanent position. After carefully weighing the pay (a little less than contractor pay, but that's expected. I'll have to watch my pennies for most of the year, I'm guessing, until I get used to not having free rein of my gross pay), the benefits (401K AND pension, raises AND bonuses, med/dent/vision for $1 a month, garage parking for $25 a month, four weeks paid vacation a year, 10 holidays and one floating holiday a year - for those of you scoring at home, that means I get a full month of and paid per year. Well, for the next four years until I get FIVE weeks vacation a year. Discount stock plan and LTIP [long term incentive program, and when I figure out the LTIP thing, maybe I can explain it to someone else], which means more cash prizes.), the location (same place, five miles from home) and the position (they created it for me, keeping in mind my short attention span, and I will have MINIONS. FOUR MINIONS), I decided that at my age and stage, I couldn't pass it up.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Cash, yes, but bragging rights more important.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): America's Test Kitchen...
to go along with my last two Nintendo-supplied games, which we never talked about.
Professor Layton: wonderful puzzle game (I like puzzles).
Style Savvy: like electronic Barbies.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Red.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I'm very sensitive to onions. I hope the goggles work.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Cuisinart!
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Every happy hour at El Camino, which sounds divey and suspect, but it's actually a really nice neighbourhood bar in what is considered a pretty nice neighbourhood. Despite the name and the discount wine.
§§FOOTNOTE (head... spinning...): I'd hate to be the victim of the first exploding lottery ticket or something, which is where I fear this is headed, given the Kharmic Green Stamps I've cashed in over the last few days.
#NintendoEnthused - plus there's a new hashtag that's supposed to say I've been compensated by Nintendo, but you already knew that and I don't remember what that hashtag looks like. Y'all know Nintendo ships me stuff and I talk about it. I hope you also know that if it sucked, I'd tell you so.
It totally does not suck.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Duke Wins, BOB is King
OK, so in this scenario, the king would have to die of a mysterious stomach ailment and the crown prince would have an "unfortunate accident" so I could be king, but still... I'm aghast. I've never done nearly this well in March Madness.
In other news...
...I flat out won the Coral Room pool. That's cash in my pocket and bragging rights for... if I have my way, the rest of my bar-going life.
So this is what it feels like to be a princess.
Monday, March 29, 2010
We May Never Pass This Way Again
My brackets, heading into the Final Four.
My rank, out of 1,124 people in this contest.
That's the top two percent for all you statistically-inclined math dorks out there.
I always knew I was special.
Go Duke!
My rank, out of 1,124 people in this contest.
That's the top two percent for all you statistically-inclined math dorks out there.
I always knew I was special.
Go Duke!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Bustin' Out All Over
I have triumph to report.†
[SUMMARY: Ta-daaa!]
My cousin Tani, who gave me my first orchid and is a seasoned orchid-grower herself, told me once that if your orchid re-blooms, that's the sign‡ you're doing the right thing.
Now, my phalaenopsis orchids§ re-bloom like bunnies,@ but my two non-phals¶ sat dormant these last couple of years, until last Tuesday.%
[SUMMARY: *POW!*]
I swear I'm not exaggerating; I watered the sink-adjacent plants in the morning as I grabbed the kitchen trash to go out for garbage day. I removed something dead-looking on this particular plant, so I got a good and memorable look at it.# There was no bloom, no bud, just plant.
When I got home, I put Cat for Scale's bowl on the counter to give him his daily dose of canned food†† and there was a full-blown, vividly dressed, life-size orchid.
The next morning, the second was nearly fully open.
This is unretouched colour‡‡:
I bought this plant almost two years ago and it hasn't bloomed since right after I got it home.
[SUMMARY: Still waters run deep?]
This must be a metaphor for something.
*************
In other amazing orchid news,§§ the two orchids I made you look at last year are in bloom again as well.
[SUMMARY: Call me June...¶¶]
Actually the Fireworks orchid, the one Tani gave me to start my collection,^ hasn't stopped blooming.
If you do it right,## if your orchids are happy and you prune them judiciously post-bloom, they'll often bloom twice.$
Fireworks budded last February, bloomed, re-bloomed and just re-bloomed again,††† with new and tiny buds showing up every other day. It may never stop blooming.
[SUMMARY: It's ALIVE!]
That has to be a metaphor for something too.
Hell of it is, it really needs to be re-potted, but one is only supposed to re-pot during non-blooming cycles.
OK... that. That should definitely be a metaphor.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Which must be a welcome change for you after the bitching about work in the last post. You may also note I am changing the footnotation colour to green to match the new blog scheme and the coming season of floral wonder.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Not just A sign, but THE sign.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): The kind you generally find in the grocery store. The easiest orchid to grow, and I'm living proof.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): It's a multiplication thing, right?
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): The one pictured is a Cattleya. The other, still not blooming since eBeth gave it to me almost three years ago (though I nearly killed it at one point and have been nursing it back to health, so that may have something to do with it), is - I think - a Vanda. You're welcome.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Yes, Columbo, I know it was Tuesday because it was trash day.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): 'Cause as long as I was grooming, I gave it a good once-over to see if there were bugs, mold, dead leaves, buds, new leaves, a leprachaun...
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): As I am wont to do.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Forgive the Georgia O'Keefeness of it all.
§§FOOTNOTE (look at you, you're just beside yourself): Since I know you're on the edge of your seat.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (hit me with your rhythm stick!): 'Cause I'm bustin' out all over. Surely at least ONE of you (if not ALL of you) listened to Dr. Demento back in the day.
^FOOTNOTE (carated): The pink and white one in last year's post, as opposed to the yellow and pink one.
##FOOTNOTE (let me pound the point home): And by "you," I mean "I."
$FOOTNOTE (cashed): Like, in a year. Usually for three or four months, then the plant goes dormant for about six months. All previous re-blooms in my world have had a month-long break in between as the plant takes a little vacation between projects.
†††FOOTNOTE (must be Easter soon. Look at all them crosses.): Seriously... just as the last two or three blooms would hit that sad, wet tissue look and drop off, a new bud would fatten up on another stem and off it'd go.
[SUMMARY: Ta-daaa!]
My cousin Tani, who gave me my first orchid and is a seasoned orchid-grower herself, told me once that if your orchid re-blooms, that's the sign‡ you're doing the right thing.
Now, my phalaenopsis orchids§ re-bloom like bunnies,@ but my two non-phals¶ sat dormant these last couple of years, until last Tuesday.%
[SUMMARY: *POW!*]
I swear I'm not exaggerating; I watered the sink-adjacent plants in the morning as I grabbed the kitchen trash to go out for garbage day. I removed something dead-looking on this particular plant, so I got a good and memorable look at it.# There was no bloom, no bud, just plant.
When I got home, I put Cat for Scale's bowl on the counter to give him his daily dose of canned food†† and there was a full-blown, vividly dressed, life-size orchid.
The next morning, the second was nearly fully open.
This is unretouched colour‡‡:
I bought this plant almost two years ago and it hasn't bloomed since right after I got it home.
[SUMMARY: Still waters run deep?]
This must be a metaphor for something.
*************
In other amazing orchid news,§§ the two orchids I made you look at last year are in bloom again as well.
[SUMMARY: Call me June...¶¶]
Actually the Fireworks orchid, the one Tani gave me to start my collection,^ hasn't stopped blooming.
If you do it right,## if your orchids are happy and you prune them judiciously post-bloom, they'll often bloom twice.$
Fireworks budded last February, bloomed, re-bloomed and just re-bloomed again,††† with new and tiny buds showing up every other day. It may never stop blooming.
[SUMMARY: It's ALIVE!]
That has to be a metaphor for something too.
Hell of it is, it really needs to be re-potted, but one is only supposed to re-pot during non-blooming cycles.
OK... that. That should definitely be a metaphor.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Which must be a welcome change for you after the bitching about work in the last post. You may also note I am changing the footnotation colour to green to match the new blog scheme and the coming season of floral wonder.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Not just A sign, but THE sign.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): The kind you generally find in the grocery store. The easiest orchid to grow, and I'm living proof.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): It's a multiplication thing, right?
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): The one pictured is a Cattleya. The other, still not blooming since eBeth gave it to me almost three years ago (though I nearly killed it at one point and have been nursing it back to health, so that may have something to do with it), is - I think - a Vanda. You're welcome.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Yes, Columbo, I know it was Tuesday because it was trash day.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): 'Cause as long as I was grooming, I gave it a good once-over to see if there were bugs, mold, dead leaves, buds, new leaves, a leprachaun...
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): As I am wont to do.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Forgive the Georgia O'Keefeness of it all.
§§FOOTNOTE (look at you, you're just beside yourself): Since I know you're on the edge of your seat.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (hit me with your rhythm stick!): 'Cause I'm bustin' out all over. Surely at least ONE of you (if not ALL of you) listened to Dr. Demento back in the day.
^FOOTNOTE (carated): The pink and white one in last year's post, as opposed to the yellow and pink one.
##FOOTNOTE (let me pound the point home): And by "you," I mean "I."
$FOOTNOTE (cashed): Like, in a year. Usually for three or four months, then the plant goes dormant for about six months. All previous re-blooms in my world have had a month-long break in between as the plant takes a little vacation between projects.
†††FOOTNOTE (must be Easter soon. Look at all them crosses.): Seriously... just as the last two or three blooms would hit that sad, wet tissue look and drop off, a new bud would fatten up on another stem and off it'd go.
Monday, December 21, 2009
I Shill, Therefore I Am
At least this time I'm selfish about it.
For the first time in my writerly life, I entered a writing contest.† Brother told me a couple of years ago that I should, and I've been following a particular outfit for awhile, thinking someday it would be fun to enter.‡
[SUMMARY: I am a complex and deliberate creature.@]
NYC Midnight sponsors Tweet Me a Story, a contest wherein entrants tell a story in 140 characters or less.§
There were¶ twenty groups in the first round, each consisting of about 26 people. Each group got a word which had to be used in the story, unaltered.# Each group member could submit up to three stories for consideration.
That particular round ended on December 8.
Then the panel of esteemed judges†† deliberated and picked 25 stories out of each group.
[SUMMARY: The suspense builds...]
From here, the top voted story in each group will go to the final round, along with four stories chosen by said panel of esteemed judges, for a total of 100 contestants in the final round.
They are now open for voting on the first round.‡‡
The final round will also be open to voting,§§ and the top voted story will receive $100, plus a story chosen by our now-familiar panel of esteemed judges will receive $100.¶¶
As it turns out,## all three of my entries in the first round made the judges' cut and now we're up for voting.
[SUMMARY: TA-DAAAAAAAA!]
So, y'know, if you find my words worthy, I'd be delighted for your vote.%
Should you wish to tell all your family and friends that all you want for Chrismakwanzakuh is for your dear old AntiM to go to the Tweet Me a Story gold medal round, that'd be cool too.†††
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Well, except for the literary magazine in college. I should probably mention -- both in the interest of full disclosure and under the auspices of blowing my own horn -- that I flat out won that one. They gave me 100 unexpected dollars, then promptly took it away for library fees.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Sometimes it takes me time to deliberate about important stuff.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): I can hear you laughing.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Duh.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Note the clever and subtle application of past tense to let you know where we are in this saga. That's why I'm the big rock star writer I am today -- subtlety and cleverness.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): If the word is penguin, you can't make it penguins or penguin's, for instance.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I believe that is the exact term used on the NYC Midnight website. I've come to think of them as The Panel of Esteemed Judges in a big, echo-y god voice.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): All that foreshadowing from the first sentence is coming home to roost. Damn, I have a knack for this literary device stuff.
§§FOOTNOTE (what goes around...): So we may come back to this in a couple of weeks.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (kaching kaching): I know it doesn't sound like much, but that's some fine vodka or cashmere. Maybe a little of both. And this time, there are no library fees to be deducted.
##FOOTNOTE (pounding the subtle into your head): Did you notice the subtle again? And the humble? It's a big ol' whack in the head of subtle and humble.
†††FOOTNOTE (holy cats, that's a lot of cross to bear): That's me, Group 17, word: "witness." You have until, say, January 4 at midnight eastern time.
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (the path to sainthood is bumpy): Turns out saints are not above stuffing the ballot box.
For the first time in my writerly life, I entered a writing contest.† Brother told me a couple of years ago that I should, and I've been following a particular outfit for awhile, thinking someday it would be fun to enter.‡
[SUMMARY: I am a complex and deliberate creature.@]
NYC Midnight sponsors Tweet Me a Story, a contest wherein entrants tell a story in 140 characters or less.§
There were¶ twenty groups in the first round, each consisting of about 26 people. Each group got a word which had to be used in the story, unaltered.# Each group member could submit up to three stories for consideration.
That particular round ended on December 8.
Then the panel of esteemed judges†† deliberated and picked 25 stories out of each group.
[SUMMARY: The suspense builds...]
From here, the top voted story in each group will go to the final round, along with four stories chosen by said panel of esteemed judges, for a total of 100 contestants in the final round.
They are now open for voting on the first round.‡‡
The final round will also be open to voting,§§ and the top voted story will receive $100, plus a story chosen by our now-familiar panel of esteemed judges will receive $100.¶¶
As it turns out,## all three of my entries in the first round made the judges' cut and now we're up for voting.
[SUMMARY: TA-DAAAAAAAA!]
So, y'know, if you find my words worthy, I'd be delighted for your vote.%
Should you wish to tell all your family and friends that all you want for Chrismakwanzakuh is for your dear old AntiM to go to the Tweet Me a Story gold medal round, that'd be cool too.†††
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Well, except for the literary magazine in college. I should probably mention -- both in the interest of full disclosure and under the auspices of blowing my own horn -- that I flat out won that one. They gave me 100 unexpected dollars, then promptly took it away for library fees.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Sometimes it takes me time to deliberate about important stuff.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): I can hear you laughing.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Duh.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Note the clever and subtle application of past tense to let you know where we are in this saga. That's why I'm the big rock star writer I am today -- subtlety and cleverness.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): If the word is penguin, you can't make it penguins or penguin's, for instance.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I believe that is the exact term used on the NYC Midnight website. I've come to think of them as The Panel of Esteemed Judges in a big, echo-y god voice.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): All that foreshadowing from the first sentence is coming home to roost. Damn, I have a knack for this literary device stuff.
§§FOOTNOTE (what goes around...): So we may come back to this in a couple of weeks.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (kaching kaching): I know it doesn't sound like much, but that's some fine vodka or cashmere. Maybe a little of both. And this time, there are no library fees to be deducted.
##FOOTNOTE (pounding the subtle into your head): Did you notice the subtle again? And the humble? It's a big ol' whack in the head of subtle and humble.
†††FOOTNOTE (holy cats, that's a lot of cross to bear): That's me, Group 17, word: "witness." You have until, say, January 4 at midnight eastern time.
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (the path to sainthood is bumpy): Turns out saints are not above stuffing the ballot box.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Bored of the Rings...
...has been on my bookshelf in one form or another† since 1980.
Now, finally, after 40 years,‡ the Harvard Lampoon has taken on another mega-star.
Be still my stupid sparkly beating heart.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Well, one ratty paperback after another, really. The "form" of which I speak is mostly a matter of level of disintegration and magnitude of coffee-stained pages.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Srsly. Very Short List says so.
Now, finally, after 40 years,‡ the Harvard Lampoon has taken on another mega-star.
Be still my stupid sparkly beating heart.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Well, one ratty paperback after another, really. The "form" of which I speak is mostly a matter of level of disintegration and magnitude of coffee-stained pages.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Srsly. Very Short List says so.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Shhhhh...
...I'm supposed to be working.
Only, we had our fantasy draft last night and I got to keep the premier player in the whole of the NFL,† but ended up drafting a stoopid quarterback‡ and one player simply to have someone whose bye week is ten.§
Long night.
On the up-side, we've moved our league from CBS Sports to Yahoo, which doesn't just give us great savings,¶ it gives us the ability to use the Toyota Logo Enhancer.
The BOB# is now represented by a demon sheep.††
I'm so happy right now, I could just go back to werk.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Adrian Peterson, who I hope is man enough to carry my whole miserable team.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Kyle Orton. I know. But I thought I should have at least one Bronco and Knowshon Moreno was gone. Besides, my brother kept saying, "Kyle Orton, still on the board," in a very sarcastic tone. I had to shut him up. If the boy ever learns to play, I'm going to look like a flippin' genius.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Hakeem Nicks of the Giants. I don't know either.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): As CBS charged us $170 for the privelege of being able to set our roster set times, apparently.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Beasts of Burden - my fantasy moniker. It's always fun if your initials spell something and "BOB" lends itself well to trash-talking. I once was beating everybody in the league so soundly, I wrote a little Christmas song and having a one-syllable name facilitated that nicely. Also? This year we have a new guy named Robert who is playing under the team name "Lesser Bob." Ask me how much I love that.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I usually use Donkey from Shrek, but a donkey wasn't one of my options. Toyota has an elephant but not a donkey. This could raise political eyebrows among the conspiracy theorists. Oh... and for the record? Toyota offers both a knitting needle in a ball of yarn and a sock as background, but neither one showed up behind the sheep.
Only, we had our fantasy draft last night and I got to keep the premier player in the whole of the NFL,† but ended up drafting a stoopid quarterback‡ and one player simply to have someone whose bye week is ten.§
Long night.
On the up-side, we've moved our league from CBS Sports to Yahoo, which doesn't just give us great savings,¶ it gives us the ability to use the Toyota Logo Enhancer.
The BOB# is now represented by a demon sheep.††
I'm so happy right now, I could just go back to werk.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Adrian Peterson, who I hope is man enough to carry my whole miserable team.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Kyle Orton. I know. But I thought I should have at least one Bronco and Knowshon Moreno was gone. Besides, my brother kept saying, "Kyle Orton, still on the board," in a very sarcastic tone. I had to shut him up. If the boy ever learns to play, I'm going to look like a flippin' genius.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Hakeem Nicks of the Giants. I don't know either.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): As CBS charged us $170 for the privelege of being able to set our roster set times, apparently.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Beasts of Burden - my fantasy moniker. It's always fun if your initials spell something and "BOB" lends itself well to trash-talking. I once was beating everybody in the league so soundly, I wrote a little Christmas song and having a one-syllable name facilitated that nicely. Also? This year we have a new guy named Robert who is playing under the team name "Lesser Bob." Ask me how much I love that.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I usually use Donkey from Shrek, but a donkey wasn't one of my options. Toyota has an elephant but not a donkey. This could raise political eyebrows among the conspiracy theorists. Oh... and for the record? Toyota offers both a knitting needle in a ball of yarn and a sock as background, but neither one showed up behind the sheep.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
How My Garden Grows†
I sense you are dying to know how my garden is doing.
[SUMMARY: Psychic!]
It's very kind of you to ask.
Cat for Scale really enjoys gardening with me.
EnjoyED gardening with me.
A couple of days ago, he discovered he could walk through the slats on the deck railing and cross the rooflet to the neighbour's deck.
[SUMMARY: Wait... what happened to the garden? Hey! This isn't a summary!]
Oh, the first couple of times, he walked over, sniffed around and came right back, no problem. Last night, he discovered he could walk through the slat's on the neighbour's deck railing and cross the rooflet to *their* neighbour's deck.
This led to a very funny incident‡ in which I was screaming§ "Quill! Kitty! Come here!" at the top of my lungs, then bolting out the front door to ring the neighbour's neighbour's doorbell like a demented Avon lady.
When nobody answered, I dashed home, grabbed the treat jar and went outside shaking it viciously and yelling,§ "Kitty treat! Do you want a kitty treat?"@
"Meow?" I heard. I pressed my anxious little face against the trellis separating me from my pet.
"Quill? QUILL??!?"§
"Meow?" And there he was, bumping my ankle with a look I swore said, "Why are you yelling? I'm right here. Did somebody mention kitty treats?"
So I tossed a couple of treats inside and closed the door as far as I could.¶
Because I can no longer trust him to do this:
He's going to have to wait for me to install some sort of screen to keep him home safe before he can garden with me again.
[SUMMARY: The wild beast stalked the veldt.]
Anyway, back at the garden...
cucumber buds, cucumber tendrils twining on their own leaves, baby Brandywine,
fat little jalapeno, white cucumber, baby Beefsteak, banana peppers, Lemon Drops
...a beautiful baby Slicemaster cucumber:
...and a lush, spiny, fully-grown# and harvested white cucumber.
I took a whole bunch of pictures on June 20. Then I didn't do much with them, so I took a whole new batch on August 12, thinking, "Wouldn't it be cool to do the before and after?"††
[SUMMARY: Cool is in the eye of the beholder.]
My Hammacher-Schlemmer‡‡ Upside-Down Tomato Gardens:
left planter: cilantro, white cukes, Big Rainbow tomatoes
right planter: purple basil, sweet basil, dill, banana peppers,
Beefsteak tomatoes, Lemon Drop tomatoes and Besser Cherry tomatoes
My Topsy-Turvy Upside Down Tomato Planters:
left to right: Brandywine tomatoes, Anaheim peppers, tomatillos, jalapenos, Slicemaster cukes
I sowed the cilantro June 19, so here's June 20:
...and August 12.
In the last two weeks, the tomatoes, tomatillos and herbs have doubled in size and are positively fecund.
The bees are having a field day.
There is a Slicemaster cucumber that would make John Holmes blush. It hangs, heavy and obscene, at the very bottom of the vine, where it sways lasciviously in the slightest breeze.^
There are little white spiders on one side of the cilantro and ladybugs on the other and I wonder if there'll ever be a caged death match somewhere in the middle of the crop.
[SUMMARY: Gardens make you thoughtful.]
Most important, I *finally* got a ripe tomato,§§ one of the little, round Bessers finally got as red as I figured it was going to.
Funny story: eBeth had the Besser plant labeled as an Anna Russian. I Googled all the varieties of tomatoes she started for us% and found the Anna Russian is a medium-sized, pink, heart-shaped tomato.
Imagine my surprise to get a fire engine red globe the size of a 25-cent gumball. So I took it to book club last night to ask eBeth what it might actually be, since it didn't appear to be medium-sized, pink OR heart-shaped.
Once she said it was a Besser, I rinsed it off in Jeanne's sink and popped it in my mouth. The... I... *slurp*... FLAVOUR... burst!... *grrrgle*
"Oh... that's good," I said.
"I don't believe any of us have ever heard you say that," said Annie.
I was mildly embarrassed, thinking, "Man, am I so negative nobody's ever heard me say I like anything? Or maybe it's just a vegetable thing?"
"...having never been privy to your bedroom," Annie finished.
I blushed.¶¶
"...and your eyes kinda rolled back..."
"...and you moaned..."
I *really* like fresh garden tomatoes.
Just for posterity, the houseplants are also doing well.
[SUMMARY: Show off!]
Happy to help.
p.s. -- Chickens!##
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I probably shouldn't admit this in a public forum, where people who might want to hire me may find this out, but I've always thought of it as "Marin, Marin, quite contrarin, how does your garden grow?" I was five when that started and it just stuck. For the record, it's also "Eat, drink and be Marin."
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Really funny if you're a cat. Maybe not so funny if you're a frantic cat keeper.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): At a cat I'm pretty sure is stone deaf.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): In the same tone, volume and timbre used by Swedish thrash metal frontmen. Or Animal, the muppet.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): What with the hose hooked to the kitchen faucet. It sounds ghetto, but it was either that or let my father perpetrate acts of plumbing on my house.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I was expecting miniature cucumbers -- like the gherkins in the grocery store. These are like lemons.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): In all honesty, I took new pictures because the old ones were so outdated, then the before & after inspiration hit me and I decided to pretend it was my intention all along.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): After buying these, I love Hammacher Schlemmer... truly, madly, deeply. Best customer service I've ever had from someone who wasn't going to get a tip. I'm going to buy a third planter for next year's garden.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): I may be projecting... something.
§§FOOTNOTE (here's where the worm turned): The whole reason I started gardening. I don't know what those things in the grocery store are -- perhaps some breed of bouncy ball -- but they aren't tomatoes.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): As one does.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (red cheeks): Doesn't happen that often. Let's not get used to it.
##FOOTNOTE (chicken scratch): Because a day without chickens is like a pig without a lick.
[SUMMARY: Psychic!]
It's very kind of you to ask.
Cat for Scale really enjoys gardening with me.
EnjoyED gardening with me.
A couple of days ago, he discovered he could walk through the slats on the deck railing and cross the rooflet to the neighbour's deck.
[SUMMARY: Wait... what happened to the garden? Hey! This isn't a summary!]
Oh, the first couple of times, he walked over, sniffed around and came right back, no problem. Last night, he discovered he could walk through the slat's on the neighbour's deck railing and cross the rooflet to *their* neighbour's deck.
This led to a very funny incident‡ in which I was screaming§ "Quill! Kitty! Come here!" at the top of my lungs, then bolting out the front door to ring the neighbour's neighbour's doorbell like a demented Avon lady.
When nobody answered, I dashed home, grabbed the treat jar and went outside shaking it viciously and yelling,§ "Kitty treat! Do you want a kitty treat?"@
"Meow?" I heard. I pressed my anxious little face against the trellis separating me from my pet.
"Quill? QUILL??!?"§
"Meow?" And there he was, bumping my ankle with a look I swore said, "Why are you yelling? I'm right here. Did somebody mention kitty treats?"
So I tossed a couple of treats inside and closed the door as far as I could.¶
Because I can no longer trust him to do this:
He's going to have to wait for me to install some sort of screen to keep him home safe before he can garden with me again.
[SUMMARY: The wild beast stalked the veldt.]
Anyway, back at the garden...
cucumber buds, cucumber tendrils twining on their own leaves, baby Brandywine,
fat little jalapeno, white cucumber, baby Beefsteak, banana peppers, Lemon Drops
...a beautiful baby Slicemaster cucumber:
...and a lush, spiny, fully-grown# and harvested white cucumber.
I took a whole bunch of pictures on June 20. Then I didn't do much with them, so I took a whole new batch on August 12, thinking, "Wouldn't it be cool to do the before and after?"††
[SUMMARY: Cool is in the eye of the beholder.]
My Hammacher-Schlemmer‡‡ Upside-Down Tomato Gardens:
left planter: cilantro, white cukes, Big Rainbow tomatoes
right planter: purple basil, sweet basil, dill, banana peppers,
Beefsteak tomatoes, Lemon Drop tomatoes and Besser Cherry tomatoes
My Topsy-Turvy Upside Down Tomato Planters:
left to right: Brandywine tomatoes, Anaheim peppers, tomatillos, jalapenos, Slicemaster cukes
I sowed the cilantro June 19, so here's June 20:
...and August 12.
In the last two weeks, the tomatoes, tomatillos and herbs have doubled in size and are positively fecund.
The bees are having a field day.
There is a Slicemaster cucumber that would make John Holmes blush. It hangs, heavy and obscene, at the very bottom of the vine, where it sways lasciviously in the slightest breeze.^
There are little white spiders on one side of the cilantro and ladybugs on the other and I wonder if there'll ever be a caged death match somewhere in the middle of the crop.
[SUMMARY: Gardens make you thoughtful.]
Most important, I *finally* got a ripe tomato,§§ one of the little, round Bessers finally got as red as I figured it was going to.
Funny story: eBeth had the Besser plant labeled as an Anna Russian. I Googled all the varieties of tomatoes she started for us% and found the Anna Russian is a medium-sized, pink, heart-shaped tomato.
Imagine my surprise to get a fire engine red globe the size of a 25-cent gumball. So I took it to book club last night to ask eBeth what it might actually be, since it didn't appear to be medium-sized, pink OR heart-shaped.
Once she said it was a Besser, I rinsed it off in Jeanne's sink and popped it in my mouth. The... I... *slurp*... FLAVOUR... burst!... *grrrgle*
"Oh... that's good," I said.
"I don't believe any of us have ever heard you say that," said Annie.
I was mildly embarrassed, thinking, "Man, am I so negative nobody's ever heard me say I like anything? Or maybe it's just a vegetable thing?"
"...having never been privy to your bedroom," Annie finished.
I blushed.¶¶
"...and your eyes kinda rolled back..."
"...and you moaned..."
I *really* like fresh garden tomatoes.
Just for posterity, the houseplants are also doing well.
[SUMMARY: Show off!]
Happy to help.
p.s. -- Chickens!##
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I probably shouldn't admit this in a public forum, where people who might want to hire me may find this out, but I've always thought of it as "Marin, Marin, quite contrarin, how does your garden grow?" I was five when that started and it just stuck. For the record, it's also "Eat, drink and be Marin."
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Really funny if you're a cat. Maybe not so funny if you're a frantic cat keeper.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): At a cat I'm pretty sure is stone deaf.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): In the same tone, volume and timbre used by Swedish thrash metal frontmen. Or Animal, the muppet.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): What with the hose hooked to the kitchen faucet. It sounds ghetto, but it was either that or let my father perpetrate acts of plumbing on my house.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I was expecting miniature cucumbers -- like the gherkins in the grocery store. These are like lemons.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): In all honesty, I took new pictures because the old ones were so outdated, then the before & after inspiration hit me and I decided to pretend it was my intention all along.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): After buying these, I love Hammacher Schlemmer... truly, madly, deeply. Best customer service I've ever had from someone who wasn't going to get a tip. I'm going to buy a third planter for next year's garden.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): I may be projecting... something.
§§FOOTNOTE (here's where the worm turned): The whole reason I started gardening. I don't know what those things in the grocery store are -- perhaps some breed of bouncy ball -- but they aren't tomatoes.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): As one does.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (red cheeks): Doesn't happen that often. Let's not get used to it.
##FOOTNOTE (chicken scratch): Because a day without chickens is like a pig without a lick.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thank Me Later
Tommy. Oh, there was a street fair and a BBQ, blah blah blah, but I know what y'all want out of these occasions. And what you want is Tommy.
Here, he posed:
And here is a candid shot:
Now why don't you go off and speculate exactly what measurement Tommy might be indicating in this shot.
Happy Friday!
Here, he posed:
And here is a candid shot:
Now why don't you go off and speculate exactly what measurement Tommy might be indicating in this shot.
Happy Friday!
Monday, June 29, 2009
.-.. .. -.-. -.- - .... . .--. .. --. †
Lest you think I never think of knitting anymore, I am in the process of graphing the Bat Conservation International logo for a nifty tam o' shanter.
And later this week, I'll post pictures of the pair of socks I finished a month ago.
And, FSM willing, the sparkly scarf I'm making from Nathan's brilliant stash contribution.‡
[SUMMARY: I'll keep you coming back for more!]
Meanwhile, I shall share some funny bits lurking in my files.
Like Tippi Hedren in marshmallows§:
And, of course, stupid sparkly vampire snark:
And a whole collection of Savage Chickens that made me snarf%:
Speaking of chicken, I started my birthday with chicken 'n' waffles, a taste treat much lauded by Snoop Dogg, so I felt I had to try it.¶
I am currently developing recipes to make chicken 'n' waffles not quite so much heart-attack-waiting-to-happen.# It's really all about the tobasco and maple syrup, so fat content should be negotiable.
More birthday magic later this week too!
[SUMMARY: I took a couple of marketing classes in college.]
As long as we're talking about food, I just received word from Lucretia-once-Tia that I won a year's supply of Blue Bunny ice cream on a contest on her blog.
[SUMMARY: Don't stand near me. Lightning is about to strike.††]
Yep! It's a staccato blast of pig-licking today. Who knows what cohesiveness or cleverness tomorrow may bring?‡‡
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Genuine Morse Code! Fun for the whole family! Translation: Lick the pig.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): While I try not to go overboard with WIP pics, I think Nathan should see that his generous gift is going to good and glam use. And it will pad the blog the way only sparkly, sparkly pictures can.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Don't look, Jackson! And don't click the link!
%FOOTNOTE (percented): The last one is, of course, especially for Lyda.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): I want to be Snoop Dogg when I grow up, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I'm thinking non-fried fried chicken and Kashi toaster waffles.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I'd like to thank Juno for pointing out that, contrary to my grip on kharma, I will not be struck by lightning to balance out all the good stuff that's happening, but that there is special birthday kharma that allows good things without ass-biting returns.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Yeah, most of you can lay the odds on that, but you never know. I may experience a flash of brilliance.
And later this week, I'll post pictures of the pair of socks I finished a month ago.
And, FSM willing, the sparkly scarf I'm making from Nathan's brilliant stash contribution.‡
[SUMMARY: I'll keep you coming back for more!]
Meanwhile, I shall share some funny bits lurking in my files.
Like Tippi Hedren in marshmallows§:
And, of course, stupid sparkly vampire snark:
And a whole collection of Savage Chickens that made me snarf%:
Speaking of chicken, I started my birthday with chicken 'n' waffles, a taste treat much lauded by Snoop Dogg, so I felt I had to try it.¶
I am currently developing recipes to make chicken 'n' waffles not quite so much heart-attack-waiting-to-happen.# It's really all about the tobasco and maple syrup, so fat content should be negotiable.
More birthday magic later this week too!
[SUMMARY: I took a couple of marketing classes in college.]
As long as we're talking about food, I just received word from Lucretia-once-Tia that I won a year's supply of Blue Bunny ice cream on a contest on her blog.
[SUMMARY: Don't stand near me. Lightning is about to strike.††]
Yep! It's a staccato blast of pig-licking today. Who knows what cohesiveness or cleverness tomorrow may bring?‡‡
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Genuine Morse Code! Fun for the whole family! Translation: Lick the pig.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): While I try not to go overboard with WIP pics, I think Nathan should see that his generous gift is going to good and glam use. And it will pad the blog the way only sparkly, sparkly pictures can.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Don't look, Jackson! And don't click the link!
%FOOTNOTE (percented): The last one is, of course, especially for Lyda.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): I want to be Snoop Dogg when I grow up, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I'm thinking non-fried fried chicken and Kashi toaster waffles.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I'd like to thank Juno for pointing out that, contrary to my grip on kharma, I will not be struck by lightning to balance out all the good stuff that's happening, but that there is special birthday kharma that allows good things without ass-biting returns.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Yeah, most of you can lay the odds on that, but you never know. I may experience a flash of brilliance.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Horny†
When you‡ run across§ something this awesome first thing on Friday morning, you must say to yourself, "Self,% to hell with it, I'm posting a naked¶ little link," and share with those you love# so they, too, can revel in the wonders of the universe†† and the Internet that brings them to us.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Not unsafe for work -- I just make it sound that way because I am a blogtease.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): And by, "you," I mean, "I."
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Right there on Facebook, under Jax's smiling face.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): You always call yourself, "Self."
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Still not prurient.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): That would be you.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Translation: misery loves company.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Not unsafe for work -- I just make it sound that way because I am a blogtease.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): And by, "you," I mean, "I."
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Right there on Facebook, under Jax's smiling face.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): You always call yourself, "Self."
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Still not prurient.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): That would be you.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Translation: misery loves company.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I Don't WANT This...
...I NEED this.
{Announcement by The Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation and LEGO via Yatzer}
Not available yet...
Eyes twitching...
Fingers clutching...
Must have...
{Announcement by The Frank Lloyd Wright Foundation and LEGO via Yatzer}
Not available yet...
Eyes twitching...
Fingers clutching...
Must have...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Aftermath
So the presentation went well, thanks for asking.†
Sitting down and distilling my job‡ into an accessible,§ concise,¶ entertaining# three minutes was a marvelous exercise. I'd recommend it.
If you're unfocused, it can help weed out the chafe.††
If you're feeling small, it can highlight your talents your and many, many mad skillz.‡‡
If you're bored, it can give you something to do.§§
I bet you could do it for any project¶¶ or aspect of your life.##
This has been a public service blogpost. If this had been an actual blogpost, there would have been considerably more fibre, fragrance and dick jokes. We now return you to your regularly-scheduled blog, already in progress.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Some of you did. I'm not making this up.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): The portion of it this client uses, in any case.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): No big words, many analogies, Bob the Builder references...
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): You'd never guess it here, but I am a master of concision. My high school drama teacher told me so after I distilled "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" into four relatively brief sentences without missing a single important point.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Because I almost always think I'm funny.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Mix metaphors much?
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Because mad skillz are what you guys are all about.
§§FOOTNOTE (waves of boredom crashing on the shores of mental ingenuity): This may replace the Tom Sawyer Funeral Game as my favourite waiting-at-the-DMV activity.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (bonk bonk): Baby Surprise Jacket, I'm looking at you.
##FOOTNOTE (pounding to the rhythm of the motivational speaker): ...in a VAN, down by the RIVER...
Sitting down and distilling my job‡ into an accessible,§ concise,¶ entertaining# three minutes was a marvelous exercise. I'd recommend it.
If you're unfocused, it can help weed out the chafe.††
If you're feeling small, it can highlight your talents your and many, many mad skillz.‡‡
If you're bored, it can give you something to do.§§
I bet you could do it for any project¶¶ or aspect of your life.##
This has been a public service blogpost. If this had been an actual blogpost, there would have been considerably more fibre, fragrance and dick jokes. We now return you to your regularly-scheduled blog, already in progress.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Some of you did. I'm not making this up.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): The portion of it this client uses, in any case.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): No big words, many analogies, Bob the Builder references...
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): You'd never guess it here, but I am a master of concision. My high school drama teacher told me so after I distilled "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" into four relatively brief sentences without missing a single important point.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Because I almost always think I'm funny.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Mix metaphors much?
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Because mad skillz are what you guys are all about.
§§FOOTNOTE (waves of boredom crashing on the shores of mental ingenuity): This may replace the Tom Sawyer Funeral Game as my favourite waiting-at-the-DMV activity.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (bonk bonk): Baby Surprise Jacket, I'm looking at you.
##FOOTNOTE (pounding to the rhythm of the motivational speaker): ...in a VAN, down by the RIVER...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Miss Me?
I had a very pleasant and long weekend.†
I haven't time to tell you all about it now,% but I will give a teaser for the rest of the week:
Drinking and dancing and breaking Lent‡ on Friday. You saw the Facebook entry, next -- read the blogpost.§
A stroll down the 16th Street Mall with my main Shanny on Saturday.¶
Sunday in the museum with the Nephews.
PLUS! What's in the trowel drawer? Knitted objects with pretty buttons! Drunken knitting: proof of life! Exotic playthings from distant lands!
[SUMMARY: I am a marketing genius.]
Stay tuned...
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I always forget that half of corporate America closes down for Good Friday, so I got Friday off and the office closed early on Thursday and I played hooky yesterday. Gotta tell ya -- it's more fun when you feel like you're getting away with something.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Off to the BLM to work. You are so jealous. You wish your job was as glamourous as mine.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Unless I decide to be Catholic, in which case the massive cocktail intake on Friday was simply a normal reaction to the end of Lent on Thursday.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Also? There are pictures. You won't see them.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): I'll show you pictures of that. There's a funny bit with a cross...
I haven't time to tell you all about it now,% but I will give a teaser for the rest of the week:
Drinking and dancing and breaking Lent‡ on Friday. You saw the Facebook entry, next -- read the blogpost.§
A stroll down the 16th Street Mall with my main Shanny on Saturday.¶
Sunday in the museum with the Nephews.
PLUS! What's in the trowel drawer? Knitted objects with pretty buttons! Drunken knitting: proof of life! Exotic playthings from distant lands!
[SUMMARY: I am a marketing genius.]
Stay tuned...
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I always forget that half of corporate America closes down for Good Friday, so I got Friday off and the office closed early on Thursday and I played hooky yesterday. Gotta tell ya -- it's more fun when you feel like you're getting away with something.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Off to the BLM to work. You are so jealous. You wish your job was as glamourous as mine.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Unless I decide to be Catholic, in which case the massive cocktail intake on Friday was simply a normal reaction to the end of Lent on Thursday.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Also? There are pictures. You won't see them.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): I'll show you pictures of that. There's a funny bit with a cross...
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Got Yatzer?
{Bram Boo via Yatzer}
There's a cubby for your yarn and a cubby for your scissors and a cubby for your stitch markers and a cubby for your pattern and a cubby for the latest Interweave Knits and there's a cubby for your circular needles and there's a cubby for your next project...
[SUMMARY: Still a knitblog!]
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