Cableknit Sweater Corset
And here I'd always thought of her as more of a crochet girl.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Victoria's Secret?
The sultry little tramp knits.
Cableknit Sweater Corset
And here I'd always thought of her as more of a crochet girl.
Cableknit Sweater Corset
And here I'd always thought of her as more of a crochet girl.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Riding the Coattails
It's kinda hot and I'm doing the blog equivalent of sprawling on a hammock and letting someone fan me with palm fronds.
Look what Donna found.
And, y'know... she's a hell of a hammock fanner.
Look what Donna found.
And, y'know... she's a hell of a hammock fanner.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Fireworks!
Actually, I'm irritated in an old geezer you-kids-get-off-my-lawn way about blown-up-in-my-backyard fireworks right now.†
Huh. I've already digressed and I haven't even started talking yet.‡
There are three great things I saw this weekend that I wish to share, plus a bonus of two happy things that happened:
"Rock-paper-scissors... lizard-spock," I replied to a peal of delighted laughter.
Then she cooed and exclaimed over my emergency wallet.††
It was a good day.
And that was a totally elegant segue into a package% from my not-so-secret-pal Jo.‡‡ Because my emergency wallet looks like this:
And Jo, not knowing a thing about my emergency wallet,§§ sent me this soap:
Which was an adjunct to that month's subject prize, the washcloth¶¶:
And came with a bonus soap dish:
And totally bath-related pirate cupcake set##:
So thank you, Jo, both for your patience and for the lovely gifts.
Give me another two months and I should be caught up.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): But real fireworks, performed by professionals, are one of my favourite things.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): That may be a record. Lyda's going to be so proud when she sees.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): As one does.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): I took Spanish, so I know it's pronounced "ON-hell pa-GONE," but he'll always be Angel Pagan to me. Plus? If you Google "Angel Pagan" (even without the quotation marks), you don't get a single religious reference for pages.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): And I mean both in terms of "Jebus Cats, what a couple of dinks" and "Double Income No Kids."
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): The wallet that goes in my pocket in which I keep my driver's license, debit card and a small chunk of cash to hold me over when I leave my purse somewhere three times out of ten. Usually home, mind you, but one should have the necessities with one. If that one has juvenile onset Alzheimer's like this one does.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): I'm smooth like peanut butter. Note how I not only tied it all together with the Cute as Hell theme, I managed to not let on that this package arrived two months ago and I'm just getting to it now.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Who just revealed herself to me per the terms of our year-long swap agreement, in which I was totally wishy-washy and said, "Oh, let's be secret for six months, then not-secret for six months." I am fair, if indecisive.
§§FOOTNOTE (sssupposedly): I think.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two heads better than one): Which was hard to photograph adequately, but does, indeed, have a black skull motif rampant on a black background.
##FOOTNOTE (that's the symbol for shock): Why? Where do you eat your cupcakes?
Huh. I've already digressed and I haven't even started talking yet.‡
There are three great things I saw this weekend that I wish to share, plus a bonus of two happy things that happened:
- I landed home Saturday afternoon and flipped on the TiVi.§ There was a baseball game right in front of me, which I was just about to turn off, when I noticed the player up to bat was Angel Pagan.¶ I wish I could have kids so I could name one of them Angel Pagan.
- Driving to Jerusalem Restaurant for a very patriotic Third of July dinner, I passed the giant convent/Catholic convalescence home in the 'hood. There was a Barbie-pink scooter waiting at the giant gate to make a left onto 29th. "Wish I had a camera," I thought. "This would be a great blog bit." Then the scooter pulled in behind me and it was a bearded guy in aviator sunglasses and that made it all the better.
- On the same drive, I was at a red light and across from me were two of the whitest, yuppiest, Chanel sunglass-wearing, designer polo shirt-clad 30-something dinks# ever seen, playing a vuvuzela and waving a South African flag out of the sunroof on their BMW. I'm not saying they *couldn't* be South African, but if they are, they're on the wrong side of the popular political tracks and maybe shouldn't be displaying the equivalent of one of us wearing a loin cloth and a feathered headdress and doing the Tomahawk Chop out of the windows of our BMWs.
"Rock-paper-scissors... lizard-spock," I replied to a peal of delighted laughter.
Then she cooed and exclaimed over my emergency wallet.††
It was a good day.
And that was a totally elegant segue into a package% from my not-so-secret-pal Jo.‡‡ Because my emergency wallet looks like this:
And Jo, not knowing a thing about my emergency wallet,§§ sent me this soap:
Which was an adjunct to that month's subject prize, the washcloth¶¶:
And came with a bonus soap dish:
And totally bath-related pirate cupcake set##:
So thank you, Jo, both for your patience and for the lovely gifts.
Give me another two months and I should be caught up.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): But real fireworks, performed by professionals, are one of my favourite things.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): That may be a record. Lyda's going to be so proud when she sees.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): As one does.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): I took Spanish, so I know it's pronounced "ON-hell pa-GONE," but he'll always be Angel Pagan to me. Plus? If you Google "Angel Pagan" (even without the quotation marks), you don't get a single religious reference for pages.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): And I mean both in terms of "Jebus Cats, what a couple of dinks" and "Double Income No Kids."
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): The wallet that goes in my pocket in which I keep my driver's license, debit card and a small chunk of cash to hold me over when I leave my purse somewhere three times out of ten. Usually home, mind you, but one should have the necessities with one. If that one has juvenile onset Alzheimer's like this one does.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): I'm smooth like peanut butter. Note how I not only tied it all together with the Cute as Hell theme, I managed to not let on that this package arrived two months ago and I'm just getting to it now.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Who just revealed herself to me per the terms of our year-long swap agreement, in which I was totally wishy-washy and said, "Oh, let's be secret for six months, then not-secret for six months." I am fair, if indecisive.
§§FOOTNOTE (sssupposedly): I think.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two heads better than one): Which was hard to photograph adequately, but does, indeed, have a black skull motif rampant on a black background.
##FOOTNOTE (that's the symbol for shock): Why? Where do you eat your cupcakes?
Saturday, July 3, 2010
p.s. -
Responsible bloggers don't drink and blog.
Aren't you glad I *pffffft* in the face of responsibility?
Aren't you glad I *pffffft* in the face of responsibility?
Friday, July 2, 2010
We Interrupt Our Blog Schedule†...
I'm puttering‡ through a handful of blogposts, including:
[our Hans]
went to see
[brace yourself]
the latest STUPID SPARKLY VAMPIRE MOVIE
[in IMAX††]
on opening night.‡‡
Take a moment.§§
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): BWAHAHAHA! Because I'm sure you're setting your watch by my blog these days. Schedule... BWA!
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Because puttering is the order of the day here at Chez Barfly.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): All will be explained in due time. Perhaps now would be a good time for another "BWAHAHAHA!"
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Gods, I love my friends. How else would someone be browsing a wool festival and go, "Sparkly. Purple, grey. Foggy, atmospheric, sparkly... stupid sparkly... vampire. Marin"?
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): If you don't think executives should have tiaras, you're not familiar with the insecurity of executiveship. If I can confess right here, nothing in my life (not boys, not college, not spandex, not yearbook pictures) has made me more insecure than being an executive.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Possibly in 3D.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Bought the tickets *in advance*.
§§FOOTNOTE (turn it around): Because we love Hans, and in all fairness, he's the best of best boyfriends; his girlfriend is out of touch with her Twilight contingency, so Hans wanted her to see the movie. AND he decided that she spent a lot of time doing what he wanted to do, so maybe he should do something she wants. If more men were like Hans, there would be no sit-coms.
NOTE: It made me feel better, and may make you feel better, that Hans did not like stupid sparkly vampires.
ALSO NOTE: He told me. He didn't tell his girlfriend. In the land where sit-coms don't mean anything.
- Pole dancing
- The many wonderful things my year-long now-not-so-secret pal§ has sent me
- The many wonderful things Nintendo has sent me
- Stupid sparkly handspun¶ and an executive tiara#
[our Hans]
went to see
[brace yourself]
the latest STUPID SPARKLY VAMPIRE MOVIE
[in IMAX††]
on opening night.‡‡
Take a moment.§§
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): BWAHAHAHA! Because I'm sure you're setting your watch by my blog these days. Schedule... BWA!
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Because puttering is the order of the day here at Chez Barfly.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): All will be explained in due time. Perhaps now would be a good time for another "BWAHAHAHA!"
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Gods, I love my friends. How else would someone be browsing a wool festival and go, "Sparkly. Purple, grey. Foggy, atmospheric, sparkly... stupid sparkly... vampire. Marin"?
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): If you don't think executives should have tiaras, you're not familiar with the insecurity of executiveship. If I can confess right here, nothing in my life (not boys, not college, not spandex, not yearbook pictures) has made me more insecure than being an executive.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Possibly in 3D.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Bought the tickets *in advance*.
§§FOOTNOTE (turn it around): Because we love Hans, and in all fairness, he's the best of best boyfriends; his girlfriend is out of touch with her Twilight contingency, so Hans wanted her to see the movie. AND he decided that she spent a lot of time doing what he wanted to do, so maybe he should do something she wants. If more men were like Hans, there would be no sit-coms.
NOTE: It made me feel better, and may make you feel better, that Hans did not like stupid sparkly vampires.
ALSO NOTE: He told me. He didn't tell his girlfriend. In the land where sit-coms don't mean anything.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Thank you, but...
Why the† Cowboys?
My first true heartbreak as a sports fan came when the Cowboys beat the Broncos in Super Bowl XII.
We had very little money, but my parents rented a motel room in Tabernash‡ because the motel had cable§ TV. In the mountains in 1978, we rarely saw a clear TV picture.
Cowboys. *pffft*
Vapors.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): ... frickin' ...
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): As in "Where in the hell is Tabernash, Colorado?" For those of you scoring at home, I have also lived in "Where in the hell is Gunnison, Colorado?"
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): And colour!
Excuse #11
The "Why I Have Neglected My Blog" series:
I was going to stop at 10, but this wandered across my email† and I had to take to my couch with the vapours,‡ precluding blogging for a few days. Under the subject "Subject: You might want to change your mind about Twilight" and the text "After reading this brilliant plea^ for a faithful movie adaptation of the fourth book, 'Breaking Dawn':"§
Why Breaking Dawn Must Be Made¶
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): From someone with a charmingly alarming sense of humour.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I'm not sure "vapour," when used this way, should take the British spelling. "Vapours" seems like a quintessentially Southern antebellum sort of thing.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): Doubly brilliant in that it reveals that stupid vampires don't just sparkle, they SCUBA.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I haven't exactly changed my mind, but this did have the effect of making me wildly curious and likely to beg, borrow or steal Breaking Dawn just so I can witness the train wreck for myself.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): I know there are a bunch of delicate flowers out there. Thematically, linguistically... you're gonna want to take to your couch with the vapors.
ETA: This excuse goes to 11!
I was going to stop at 10, but this wandered across my email† and I had to take to my couch with the vapours,‡ precluding blogging for a few days. Under the subject "Subject: You might want to change your mind about Twilight" and the text "After reading this brilliant plea^ for a faithful movie adaptation of the fourth book, 'Breaking Dawn':"§
Why Breaking Dawn Must Be Made¶
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): From someone with a charmingly alarming sense of humour.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I'm not sure "vapour," when used this way, should take the British spelling. "Vapours" seems like a quintessentially Southern antebellum sort of thing.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): Doubly brilliant in that it reveals that stupid vampires don't just sparkle, they SCUBA.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I haven't exactly changed my mind, but this did have the effect of making me wildly curious and likely to beg, borrow or steal Breaking Dawn just so I can witness the train wreck for myself.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): I know there are a bunch of delicate flowers out there. Thematically, linguistically... you're gonna want to take to your couch with the vapors.
ETA: This excuse goes to 11!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Excuse #10
The "Why I Have Neglected My Blog" series:
I don't know exactly what it is, but I suspect it was Hans's doing.
I don't know exactly what it is, but I suspect it was Hans's doing.
***IMPORTANT UPDATE***
I had to take a little trip to the 1999 Building this afternoon.† While I was there, I went to the information desk and asked about the arms.‡
First, let me take a moment to mention that the brain trust that runs the information desk was none too geeked about my asking. Not reluctant, not angry, but not particularly inquisitive or bright.^
He did, however, have an answer: it's a permanent mobile scaffolding§ for window washing.
Crack investigative reporter that I am, I was prepared to ask him probing questions - did they find it more economical to hire window washers who didn't bring their own scaffolding? did window washers stop bringing their own scaffolding? did they ever decorate the arms with Christmas lights in a festive nod to the holiday season? could I do that for them?
Alas, I sensed he was in no mood to get all Vanity Fair about it, so you get the Dear Abby version¶ instead.
Still, you had a right to know.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Screw it. I'm doing footnotes.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Because that's the kind of information service I provide to you, the Rickety consumer.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): C'mon... if you were in his shoes and someone asked you something other than "do you know when the next train comes?" or "which floor for Time Out Temps?" wouldn't you be jazzed?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): My words, not his. He may or may not be familiar with "scaffolding."
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): 1.5 column inches. But Abby never did footnotes.
First, let me take a moment to mention that the brain trust that runs the information desk was none too geeked about my asking. Not reluctant, not angry, but not particularly inquisitive or bright.^
He did, however, have an answer: it's a permanent mobile scaffolding§ for window washing.
Crack investigative reporter that I am, I was prepared to ask him probing questions - did they find it more economical to hire window washers who didn't bring their own scaffolding? did window washers stop bringing their own scaffolding? did they ever decorate the arms with Christmas lights in a festive nod to the holiday season? could I do that for them?
Alas, I sensed he was in no mood to get all Vanity Fair about it, so you get the Dear Abby version¶ instead.
Still, you had a right to know.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Screw it. I'm doing footnotes.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Because that's the kind of information service I provide to you, the Rickety consumer.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): C'mon... if you were in his shoes and someone asked you something other than "do you know when the next train comes?" or "which floor for Time Out Temps?" wouldn't you be jazzed?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): My words, not his. He may or may not be familiar with "scaffolding."
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): 1.5 column inches. But Abby never did footnotes.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Excuse #9
The "Why I Have Neglected My Blog" series:
Because I don't think I can go any further without a brownie, thanks to Sarah.
Because I don't think I can go any further without a brownie, thanks to Sarah.
Excuse #7
The "Why I Have Neglected My Blog" series:
Internet sabbatical.
I've been Internetally active for 17 years. Every now and then, I overload and I don't want to have anything to do with the passwords and the typing and the flaming and the Princespeak and the lost hours and the lack of sunshine.
The combination of Facebook (which I'm growing to loathe, but will lose a bunch of people if I don't stay), Twitter (which I love to death) and this blog (which I need to remind myself is mine and I can do what I want with it) is a lot more than I've ever maintained before.
I was tired of it.
Internet sabbatical.
I've been Internetally active for 17 years. Every now and then, I overload and I don't want to have anything to do with the passwords and the typing and the flaming and the Princespeak and the lost hours and the lack of sunshine.
The combination of Facebook (which I'm growing to loathe, but will lose a bunch of people if I don't stay), Twitter (which I love to death) and this blog (which I need to remind myself is mine and I can do what I want with it) is a lot more than I've ever maintained before.
I was tired of it.
Excuse #6
The "Why I Have Neglected My Blog" series:
I'm trying a bunch of new stuff, like embroidery and pole dancing and considering entering a writing challenge and you don't want to hear about those until I know what I'm talking about.
OK. That one was really weak.
I'm trying a bunch of new stuff, like embroidery and pole dancing and considering entering a writing challenge and you don't want to hear about those until I know what I'm talking about.
OK. That one was really weak.
Excuse #4
The "Why I Have Neglected My Blog" series:
I have moments of extreme guilt over not properly lauding My Friends at Nintendo, my Year Long Swap Pal, Anna-Liza and others who have sent me lovely things that I'm really very grateful for and I want to put up pictures, but there's this thing with a camera cable...
I have moments of extreme guilt over not properly lauding My Friends at Nintendo, my Year Long Swap Pal, Anna-Liza and others who have sent me lovely things that I'm really very grateful for and I want to put up pictures, but there's this thing with a camera cable...
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Excuse #3
The "Why I Have Neglected My Blog" series:
I am tired of footnotes. Partly because they're exhausting and time-consuming and sometimes I don't feel clever enough to do them, and partly because a couple of people have said mean things about them and now I'm self-conscious about the footnotes.
So I think the footnotes may have to go.
I'm considering a system of italics and clear speaking.
I am tired of footnotes. Partly because they're exhausting and time-consuming and sometimes I don't feel clever enough to do them, and partly because a couple of people have said mean things about them and now I'm self-conscious about the footnotes.
So I think the footnotes may have to go.
I'm considering a system of italics and clear speaking.
Excuse #2
The "Why I Have Neglected My Blog" series:
I hate to play the executive card, but I did just take a job not that long ago. And, while I'd swear I wasn't doing half as much as I was before The Big Move (trust me, for me, it was HUGE), I seem to be roughly one bazillion times as busy.
Stupid paperwerk.
I hate to play the executive card, but I did just take a job not that long ago. And, while I'd swear I wasn't doing half as much as I was before The Big Move (trust me, for me, it was HUGE), I seem to be roughly one bazillion times as busy.
Stupid paperwerk.
I am a Grateful Show-Off
LOOK! This is the last batch of stuff before I hid my camera cable from myself.
I love it! My swap pal is the BEST! She's so awfully clever - just look at the knitting pirates.
There's more! I've received a full complement of spiffy stuff from Swap Pal.
More will come, but until then, oooh and aaah at the pretty, pretty bounty.
Still-secret Swap Pal, I am truly grateful despite my callous ways.
And this! Because The Moo loves me, she has contributed to my collection of Stupid Sparkly Sweethearts!
I'm going for eBay glory one of these days...
And a SKULL bag. For the grocery store. So the crunchy granola kids who check me out at Sunflower Market can tell me how rad I am.
Yep. Those are my friends: giving me the illusion of radosity for nearly 43 years now.
I love it! My swap pal is the BEST! She's so awfully clever - just look at the knitting pirates.
There's more! I've received a full complement of spiffy stuff from Swap Pal.
More will come, but until then, oooh and aaah at the pretty, pretty bounty.
Still-secret Swap Pal, I am truly grateful despite my callous ways.
And this! Because The Moo loves me, she has contributed to my collection of Stupid Sparkly Sweethearts!
I'm going for eBay glory one of these days...
And a SKULL bag. For the grocery store. So the crunchy granola kids who check me out at Sunflower Market can tell me how rad I am.
Yep. Those are my friends: giving me the illusion of radosity for nearly 43 years now.
Excuse #1
The "Why I Have Neglected My Blog" series:
I lost my camera cable. Instead of leaving it plugged into the USB port where I always know where it is, I coiled it up neatly and put it in my drawer and promptly forgot about it.
I am shocked - SHOCKED, I tell you - that it didn't suddenly spring out of the drawer the second I decided to buy a new one.
But I didn't buy a new one because, eh, I wasn't really blogging that much anyway.
Vicious circle.
I lost my camera cable. Instead of leaving it plugged into the USB port where I always know where it is, I coiled it up neatly and put it in my drawer and promptly forgot about it.
I am shocked - SHOCKED, I tell you - that it didn't suddenly spring out of the drawer the second I decided to buy a new one.
But I didn't buy a new one because, eh, I wasn't really blogging that much anyway.
Vicious circle.
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