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Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Black Tie Zombie
I'm not making this up.†
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Should saints-in-waiting take this much joy in zombies?
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Should saints-in-waiting take this much joy in zombies?
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
ibid
...I NEED this.
From ThinkGeek, the people who brought you† the Bone Chillers skull and crossbone ice tray, comes the Crawling Zombie Torso Gelatin Mold.
How much do you want to make Zombie-shaped JellO shots right now?‡
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No. 1: Urban Tropicalia - Alexandre Herchcovitch & Joachim Correll for Six Scents
The backstory: Six Scents: Series One@ is a collection of six fragrances featuring collaborations between perfumers and fashion designers. An undisclosed portion of the proceeds will go to Designers Against AIDS (DAA) International AIDS Awareness Education Center in Antwerp, originally scheduled to open in December of 2008, but re-set for some time in 2009.
I have procured dollops of all six scents%... do you sense a theme emerging?^
Marin says: Sharp, bitter orange or maybe lime, then it morphs into pine, with a dry something behind it -- like a cedar branch, needles and all. A whiff of lemon lolls in the middle of it, surprisingly similar to the pine.§
There's a definite strata of fresh, white flowers solidly behind, and I would swear I'm getting fig or currant or some other dark, elusive fruit.
As the brighter notes fade off -- and they don't really fade so much as mellow -- a warmer, rounder something flirts with the composition. The floral starts looking like a spicy carnation,¶ just warming from the florist's fridge,# pine still singing in the chorus.
Now, I don't exactly smell amber, sandalwood or musk, but there's definitely something from that classic family. Apparently nothing too loud. Through it all, that cedary dryness just reining it in and making it a bit mysterious.
I think this is a very well-crafted perfume, cohesive, slightly unusual and mischeviously elegant. I like it.
Six Scents says: "The inspiration for this fragrance was driven by the way that Alexandre creates fashion. The creative liberty he uses to design fashion which can be used equally by men or women. This fragrance can be worn at any time, for any occasion, as a form of self expression, to be daring, or simply for the pure pleasure of wearing a fragrance. The Alexandre Herchcovitch scent evokes freedom ad sensuality, and similar to his fashion, the perfume is striking, emblematic and tanscends categories." - Joachim Correll, Perfumer
Ingredients: Erogenous†† Cedar wood$ - Amber Fond,‡‡ Lemon,$ Cassis De Bourgeons,$ Lime,$ Green, [sic] Apple,§§ Apricot, Jasmine, Tagete, Freesia, Cinnamon, Musk.$
Hans says: Tree sappy.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Well, brought me in any case. Left it right on my doorstep.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I am looking at you, Lyda Kay.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Presumably, they are planning on a Series Two.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Due in no small measure to the (continuing) bad influence of one Nathan Branch.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): We're all about the themes here at the Rickety Blog.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Juno dropped some fine science on me the other day proving lemon and pine have more in common than household cleaners, but if I had the energy to go dig that up, I'd have the energy to write a real post.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): For those of you who don't troll the perfume blogs, carnation IS spicy. It's kinda like freesia or some other distinct white flower with a touch of clove and maybe a hint of cinnamon. Next time you're going past the 12-for-$2.99 bucket in the supermarket floral department, stop, close your eyes and give the carnations a good, deep, thoughtful sniff. Nobody will point and laugh.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I believe I've already relayed this olfactory trigger, but my sophomore year in college, my mom sent me a giant Christmas floral arrangement that had roses, carnatios and pine boughs. That's exactly where I get stuck with anything that has both pine and flowers.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Which has to do with erosion rather than sex. I know. I learned about erogenous sinclines during a roadside geology lesson with my dad and have never quite forgiven the geologic world for that not being even half as lustful as it sounds.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): I don't know. Google doesn't know. Google thinks "amber fond" is an agony aunt or maybe a 21-year-old in Fond du Lac. Google thinks perhaps I meant to say "amber found." That's the second time in a week Google has been no use to me at all.
§§FOOTNOTE (double sniff - like a double take, only with your nose): Ahhhh. This is why I try really hard to never look at the notes or the perfumers hype before I do my review. I would have TOTALLY gotten green apple (or green, apple) through the power of suggestion. Funny how much lemon and pine smells like green apple. Srsly.
From ThinkGeek, the people who brought you† the Bone Chillers skull and crossbone ice tray, comes the Crawling Zombie Torso Gelatin Mold.
How much do you want to make Zombie-shaped JellO shots right now?‡
*************
No. 1: Urban Tropicalia - Alexandre Herchcovitch & Joachim Correll for Six Scents
The backstory: Six Scents: Series One@ is a collection of six fragrances featuring collaborations between perfumers and fashion designers. An undisclosed portion of the proceeds will go to Designers Against AIDS (DAA) International AIDS Awareness Education Center in Antwerp, originally scheduled to open in December of 2008, but re-set for some time in 2009.
I have procured dollops of all six scents%... do you sense a theme emerging?^
Marin says: Sharp, bitter orange or maybe lime, then it morphs into pine, with a dry something behind it -- like a cedar branch, needles and all. A whiff of lemon lolls in the middle of it, surprisingly similar to the pine.§
There's a definite strata of fresh, white flowers solidly behind, and I would swear I'm getting fig or currant or some other dark, elusive fruit.
As the brighter notes fade off -- and they don't really fade so much as mellow -- a warmer, rounder something flirts with the composition. The floral starts looking like a spicy carnation,¶ just warming from the florist's fridge,# pine still singing in the chorus.
Now, I don't exactly smell amber, sandalwood or musk, but there's definitely something from that classic family. Apparently nothing too loud. Through it all, that cedary dryness just reining it in and making it a bit mysterious.
I think this is a very well-crafted perfume, cohesive, slightly unusual and mischeviously elegant. I like it.
Six Scents says: "The inspiration for this fragrance was driven by the way that Alexandre creates fashion. The creative liberty he uses to design fashion which can be used equally by men or women. This fragrance can be worn at any time, for any occasion, as a form of self expression, to be daring, or simply for the pure pleasure of wearing a fragrance. The Alexandre Herchcovitch scent evokes freedom ad sensuality, and similar to his fashion, the perfume is striking, emblematic and tanscends categories." - Joachim Correll, Perfumer
Ingredients: Erogenous†† Cedar wood$ - Amber Fond,‡‡ Lemon,$ Cassis De Bourgeons,$ Lime,$ Green, [sic] Apple,§§ Apricot, Jasmine, Tagete, Freesia, Cinnamon, Musk.$
Hans says: Tree sappy.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Well, brought me in any case. Left it right on my doorstep.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I am looking at you, Lyda Kay.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Presumably, they are planning on a Series Two.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Due in no small measure to the (continuing) bad influence of one Nathan Branch.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): We're all about the themes here at the Rickety Blog.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Juno dropped some fine science on me the other day proving lemon and pine have more in common than household cleaners, but if I had the energy to go dig that up, I'd have the energy to write a real post.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): For those of you who don't troll the perfume blogs, carnation IS spicy. It's kinda like freesia or some other distinct white flower with a touch of clove and maybe a hint of cinnamon. Next time you're going past the 12-for-$2.99 bucket in the supermarket floral department, stop, close your eyes and give the carnations a good, deep, thoughtful sniff. Nobody will point and laugh.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I believe I've already relayed this olfactory trigger, but my sophomore year in college, my mom sent me a giant Christmas floral arrangement that had roses, carnatios and pine boughs. That's exactly where I get stuck with anything that has both pine and flowers.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Which has to do with erosion rather than sex. I know. I learned about erogenous sinclines during a roadside geology lesson with my dad and have never quite forgiven the geologic world for that not being even half as lustful as it sounds.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): I don't know. Google doesn't know. Google thinks "amber fond" is an agony aunt or maybe a 21-year-old in Fond du Lac. Google thinks perhaps I meant to say "amber found." That's the second time in a week Google has been no use to me at all.
§§FOOTNOTE (double sniff - like a double take, only with your nose): Ahhhh. This is why I try really hard to never look at the notes or the perfumers hype before I do my review. I would have TOTALLY gotten green apple (or green, apple) through the power of suggestion. Funny how much lemon and pine smells like green apple. Srsly.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Knitta's Paradise
It's a good day to be a knitter.†
For one thing, it's Tuesday, which means it's Drunken Knitting night. To make DK even better, it's Billy's Inn night.
I love Patrick Carroll's. It's three blocks from home,‡ it's right across the street from Sylvia's House of Fuzzy Crack and they've been really good to us.
But a year-and-a-half of the same bar menu wears on even the most intrepid knitter/gustafarian.§ Billy's has *wonderful* food¶ and better light and a marvelous patio, so it's a good alternative.
[SUMMARY: Still drinking, still eating, still knitting.]
And yesterday I got my prize winnings from Lyda Kay's Casting About for a Name contest.
You may already be following along with Karen's or Anna-Liza's prizes. Mine's purple and orange, like one of those lacquered and sparkled lowriders with flames and chrome and such.
See? Shiny!#
[SUMMARY: All my friends know the lowrider... la la la...]
This was my prize package, so there was a pig, of course.
And it came from Lyda, so there was a zombie, of course.
Tommy the Sith Apprentice Cat slipped in a handful†† of kitty toys, including plastic eggs. Note how the plastic eggs have ventilation holes. All the better to transport a vole?‡‡
[SUMMARY: Thanks, Lyda!]
Yesterday, I also got the CD insert from my Very Special Birthday CD. I didn't take a picture. I should have. There's something about seeing "marin birthday" as the first track that makes me all goosebumpy.
*************
NOTE TO SECRET PAL: I just *knew* I heard Judy Collins in there!
*************
[SUMMARY: Thanks, Secret Pal!]
AND... I finished the Dove Leaves scarf last night. And wove in the ends. And washed it and blocked it.§§
Yarn: Fiddlesticks Knitting Silk Sensation, in Dove
Needles: US4
Pattern: Wavy Leaves Scarf from Fiddlesticks Knitting
The pattern says it ends up about 46" long at ten pattern repeats. I did twelve@ repeats and blocked the living shit out of it to get 49".
It should probably be noted for those of you who missed it the first thousand times it's been brought up: I knit a little tight. This mostly affects length -- my stitch count in a row is usually spot-on. Thus the very tight, barely-blockable short scarf.
[SUMMARY: You know the words, sing along: Still a knitblog!]
Tonight at DK, I fully intend to finish the deconstruction of the Father's Day Arrrgyles.
As a matter of fact, I *do* think I have superpowers!¶¶
*************
Creed - Love in Black
Marin Says: You know those sugared violet candies? Or violet-flavoured Chiclets?## I suspect that's what the initial scent was (sneaking a peak at the list), though I got stuck on crayons or Play-doh and couldn't quite place what childhood item it evoked. It's pleasant but weird for a perfume. I absolutely love it a couple of hours in. I smell mostly clove, cardamom and cedar, with a touch of black currant and a hint of something floral.
The Perfumed Court says: Due to be released in the U.S. in September, we've brought this in from the Paris boutique, which is the only place it is available. Created as an homage to Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, it has notes of night-blooming wilfdflowers from the Greek isles, violet from italy, Virginia cedar,% iris at the heart, clove,% Tonkin musk, blackcurrant% from France and Bulgarian rose. It is a beautiful, fascinating, feminine floral.
Hans says: "That smells like... um... urgh... I like it... let me smell again.
"Yeah, like crayons or something... that's not quite right... again?
"Bah... go with crayons. I'm not happy with it, but I can't find the right word. Say crayons mixed with Play-doh."
Later: "Is this a new one?
"Yeah, after the roll-out,^ I'm definitely getting violets."
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Really, aren't most days good days to be a knitter? Other than December 21st (when you're still deluding yourself you can get done if you can only knit 22 hours a day for the next four days and will probable end up with a dozen pet rocks or dancing flowers or whatever you can get in bulk at Wal-Mart at the last minute), at least?
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Which means I can drag myself home by my lips if the situation dictates it.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I think I just made that word up. I think I'm awfully clever.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): SPECTACULAR salsa, made fresh in-house.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): And now that Low Rider song is going through my head.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Pawful?
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): F_ _ L D M _ _ _ _
"I'd like to buy a vole, Pat."
§§FOOTNOTE (two-ply for your comfort): What is wrong with me? I'm not a finisher, I'm a starter! My reputation as a knittease is at stake!
@FOOTNOTE (atted): For one... twelve! For two, I love the number thirteen, but this is a gift, so I didn't want to jinx anyone else's triskaidekaphobia. That would be a bad gift.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two scoops, please): And I'm pretty sure I get Saint Points for that too.
##FOOTNOTE (better by the pound): Which I've only seen in Mexico. I bought about three hundred tiny little boxes of violet Chiclets when I was thirteen, studying Spanish in Mexico.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Ha! Got one! Also? Blackcurrant is one word?
^FOOTNOTE (careted): I hipped Hans to the lingo. He may become unlivable.
For one thing, it's Tuesday, which means it's Drunken Knitting night. To make DK even better, it's Billy's Inn night.
I love Patrick Carroll's. It's three blocks from home,‡ it's right across the street from Sylvia's House of Fuzzy Crack and they've been really good to us.
But a year-and-a-half of the same bar menu wears on even the most intrepid knitter/gustafarian.§ Billy's has *wonderful* food¶ and better light and a marvelous patio, so it's a good alternative.
[SUMMARY: Still drinking, still eating, still knitting.]
And yesterday I got my prize winnings from Lyda Kay's Casting About for a Name contest.
You may already be following along with Karen's or Anna-Liza's prizes. Mine's purple and orange, like one of those lacquered and sparkled lowriders with flames and chrome and such.
See? Shiny!#
[SUMMARY: All my friends know the lowrider... la la la...]
This was my prize package, so there was a pig, of course.
And it came from Lyda, so there was a zombie, of course.
Tommy the Sith Apprentice Cat slipped in a handful†† of kitty toys, including plastic eggs. Note how the plastic eggs have ventilation holes. All the better to transport a vole?‡‡
[SUMMARY: Thanks, Lyda!]
Yesterday, I also got the CD insert from my Very Special Birthday CD. I didn't take a picture. I should have. There's something about seeing "marin birthday" as the first track that makes me all goosebumpy.
*************
NOTE TO SECRET PAL: I just *knew* I heard Judy Collins in there!
*************
[SUMMARY: Thanks, Secret Pal!]
AND... I finished the Dove Leaves scarf last night. And wove in the ends. And washed it and blocked it.§§
Yarn: Fiddlesticks Knitting Silk Sensation, in Dove
Needles: US4
Pattern: Wavy Leaves Scarf from Fiddlesticks Knitting
The pattern says it ends up about 46" long at ten pattern repeats. I did twelve@ repeats and blocked the living shit out of it to get 49".
It should probably be noted for those of you who missed it the first thousand times it's been brought up: I knit a little tight. This mostly affects length -- my stitch count in a row is usually spot-on. Thus the very tight, barely-blockable short scarf.
[SUMMARY: You know the words, sing along: Still a knitblog!]
Tonight at DK, I fully intend to finish the deconstruction of the Father's Day Arrrgyles.
As a matter of fact, I *do* think I have superpowers!¶¶
*************
Creed - Love in Black
Marin Says: You know those sugared violet candies? Or violet-flavoured Chiclets?## I suspect that's what the initial scent was (sneaking a peak at the list), though I got stuck on crayons or Play-doh and couldn't quite place what childhood item it evoked. It's pleasant but weird for a perfume. I absolutely love it a couple of hours in. I smell mostly clove, cardamom and cedar, with a touch of black currant and a hint of something floral.
The Perfumed Court says: Due to be released in the U.S. in September, we've brought this in from the Paris boutique, which is the only place it is available. Created as an homage to Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, it has notes of night-blooming wilfdflowers from the Greek isles, violet from italy, Virginia cedar,% iris at the heart, clove,% Tonkin musk, blackcurrant% from France and Bulgarian rose. It is a beautiful, fascinating, feminine floral.
Hans says: "That smells like... um... urgh... I like it... let me smell again.
"Yeah, like crayons or something... that's not quite right... again?
"Bah... go with crayons. I'm not happy with it, but I can't find the right word. Say crayons mixed with Play-doh."
Later: "Is this a new one?
"Yeah, after the roll-out,^ I'm definitely getting violets."
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Really, aren't most days good days to be a knitter? Other than December 21st (when you're still deluding yourself you can get done if you can only knit 22 hours a day for the next four days and will probable end up with a dozen pet rocks or dancing flowers or whatever you can get in bulk at Wal-Mart at the last minute), at least?
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Which means I can drag myself home by my lips if the situation dictates it.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I think I just made that word up. I think I'm awfully clever.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): SPECTACULAR salsa, made fresh in-house.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): And now that Low Rider song is going through my head.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Pawful?
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): F_ _ L D M _ _ _ _
"I'd like to buy a vole, Pat."
§§FOOTNOTE (two-ply for your comfort): What is wrong with me? I'm not a finisher, I'm a starter! My reputation as a knittease is at stake!
@FOOTNOTE (atted): For one... twelve! For two, I love the number thirteen, but this is a gift, so I didn't want to jinx anyone else's triskaidekaphobia. That would be a bad gift.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two scoops, please): And I'm pretty sure I get Saint Points for that too.
##FOOTNOTE (better by the pound): Which I've only seen in Mexico. I bought about three hundred tiny little boxes of violet Chiclets when I was thirteen, studying Spanish in Mexico.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Ha! Got one! Also? Blackcurrant is one word?
^FOOTNOTE (careted): I hipped Hans to the lingo. He may become unlivable.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Today's Show Brought to You...
...by the word "meh."
It's a good thing it's Secret Pal Question day. My brain is on pause and I'm not sure how much bloggood I'd do without that little kickstart.
Is "kickstart" one word? Is it hyphenated? Like "kick-start"?
Brainsssss...
It's a good thing it's Secret Pal Question day. My brain is on pause and I'm not sure how much bloggood I'd do without that little kickstart.
Is "kickstart" one word? Is it hyphenated? Like "kick-start"?
Brainsssss...
Monday, July 14, 2008
Back in Body, If Not in Spirit
Let's see...
Tuesday: Finish birthday bragging
Wednesday: Lake re-cap
Thursday: Potential self-indulgent navel-gazing vis-a-vis dreams (you are SO looking forward to that)
But for now...
Lyda have you seen this?
Brainsssss!
Tuesday: Finish birthday bragging
Wednesday: Lake re-cap
Thursday: Potential self-indulgent navel-gazing vis-a-vis dreams (you are SO looking forward to that)
But for now...
Lyda have you seen this?
Brainsssss!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Thief!
Oh, yes. I'm caught stealing.
Something going on behind the scenes at Chez Pollyanna has me giggly and *needing* to do a quick post about it. I need to because 1) it's funny, at least to me,† and 2) I get to mention sex, which always makes me happy.‡
It starts with Lyda suggesting the members of our Brainless Twelvehood Club§ will be the last survivors of the Zombie Apocalypse, at which time, we will have free reign over the stashes of the world. Because, y'know... zombies don't knit.
Unless, as Anna-Liza pointed out, they still have flesh on their fingers, in which case they can probably still knit,¶ in which case I suppose we'd have to fight for our right to alpaca.#
[SUMMARY: We put too much thought into zombies.]
Oh, how I wish I had the l33t skillz to develop a video game, one where zombies with fleshy fingertips still defend their yarn, where they are powerless to save their stash once that last bit of skin leaves their hands, where you can garrotte a zombie with a 32" circular needle, where you get bonus points for stealing live alpaca from brainless, brain-eating alpaca herders...
The more I think about it, the more excited I get. Maybe I could find someone with the right skill set to help fulfill this dream. I think of all the wicked little twists and turns I could apply, the graphic images, the long nights of creative interaction, the judicious application of technology and electronics, bending over backward to get the job done... if only I had a partner to fill in the blanks†† for me, a man of action to flesh out my dreams and fantasies.
Dear gods, I'm so frustrated right now.
[SUMMARY: Twelve!]
What!? I'm talking about computer games!
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Because, as has been over-noted, almost everything is funny to me.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): If unnecessarily horny.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Did you laugh at "horny" from the last footnote? Then you can join.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Albeit only in garter stitch rectangles. No-brain knitting... y'all know.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Yes, I'm singing the Beastie Boys right now. You should be too.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
Something going on behind the scenes at Chez Pollyanna has me giggly and *needing* to do a quick post about it. I need to because 1) it's funny, at least to me,† and 2) I get to mention sex, which always makes me happy.‡
It starts with Lyda suggesting the members of our Brainless Twelvehood Club§ will be the last survivors of the Zombie Apocalypse, at which time, we will have free reign over the stashes of the world. Because, y'know... zombies don't knit.
Unless, as Anna-Liza pointed out, they still have flesh on their fingers, in which case they can probably still knit,¶ in which case I suppose we'd have to fight for our right to alpaca.#
[SUMMARY: We put too much thought into zombies.]
Oh, how I wish I had the l33t skillz to develop a video game, one where zombies with fleshy fingertips still defend their yarn, where they are powerless to save their stash once that last bit of skin leaves their hands, where you can garrotte a zombie with a 32" circular needle, where you get bonus points for stealing live alpaca from brainless, brain-eating alpaca herders...
The more I think about it, the more excited I get. Maybe I could find someone with the right skill set to help fulfill this dream. I think of all the wicked little twists and turns I could apply, the graphic images, the long nights of creative interaction, the judicious application of technology and electronics, bending over backward to get the job done... if only I had a partner to fill in the blanks†† for me, a man of action to flesh out my dreams and fantasies.
Dear gods, I'm so frustrated right now.
[SUMMARY: Twelve!]
What!? I'm talking about computer games!
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Because, as has been over-noted, almost everything is funny to me.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): If unnecessarily horny.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Did you laugh at "horny" from the last footnote? Then you can join.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Albeit only in garter stitch rectangles. No-brain knitting... y'all know.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Yes, I'm singing the Beastie Boys right now. You should be too.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
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