Jimmy Carter: Doing more to actually solve problems than you ever will. Isn’t just an armchair commentator blindly repeating blogosphere clap. I don’t just love Jimmy Carter, I adore and respect him.
Wolfgang Puck: Soulless whore.
My life as a weekly advice columnist: Dang people! You got problems! Actually, it’s a lot of work but I enjoy it immensely.
The idea of me doing an advice column professionally: don’t even say the words to me. If you even think I would want to do something I loved professionally then you haven’t been paying attention. Turning something you love to do into a profession is a little like trading in your kids for cases of whiskey. Sure, whiskey is awesome but sooner or later you’re going to run out of whiskey and you’ll be left with a cirrhotic liver and living in a nursing home staff by your unwanted children. If you love something, don’t chain it down and suck the life out of it (unless this is an act in which all parties give informed adult consent).
Cereal YEAH!! billion!!!
Mushrooms the product of extraterrestrial anal rape on mollusks!!
I got more opinions but I have to shower and get ready for work and I almost started writing about how cute the dogs are and we all know quickly that devolves.
The Hard Times Cafe I love the Hard Times. This cash only, vegetarian diner to the masses consistently serves the most excellent and affordable food anywhere in town. I defy anyone to find a better combination of deliciosness, affordability and all around fascinating clientele. Everyone from D&D geeks to crabby old men to the unknown quantity, is present and they all mingle easily. Plus it seems that the chica behind the counter thinks little pink haired girlies are cute (David confirmed).
Also, 12,000 points for having THE BEST salsa in the entire area.
This American Life on TV: awesome but somehow not as fulfilling as the radio show. Also, a much more vivid reminder that Ira Glass is kind of a dick.
Category Archives: Blab
immersed in my brain
This morning I went to see my brain pill doctor lady so that we could talk about the state of my brain and how the pills affect it. Everything’s cool, brain’s functioning as expected. Yay.
Then sad. She told me it was our last appointment. She’s moving on to the next phase of her education. NOOOOOOO, don’t leave me! Proof that I am crazy: I almost cried, both in the office and in my car. I suck at change, I crave stability. I crave brain pill related stability.
What if the new person sucks? what if they don’t like me? what if they have some sort of philosophy of “suck it up!” Crap. I get all shakey and weird when I have to think about changes like that.
While we’re on the subject of crazy, everybody in the elevator acted crazy this morning! There were 4 of us and the other three were caught up in some sort of distance maintaining deliberate movement scheme. The thing is, these weren’t crazy people, they worked there! (Well, I mean I assume that the openly insane are not working at the hospital, but these are new times!).
But, as per usual, there is balance. It’s finally spring. It’s warm, it’s sunny, it’s windy like your mom’s pants! The dog park is full of dogs giddy with spring related awesomeness. Persephone rises again and I feel optimism.
Looking California but Feeling Minnesota
at 7:26am I brought him his coffee
at 8:13, 8:18 and 8:29 I told the dogs to shut the hell up.
I got an invite to Twitter and it seemed all the cool kids were doing the Twitter thing so I went and looked and tried it and. I don’t know. The minutia of my life already get detailed and examined in so many places that I can’t quite get excited about trying to distill it down into 140 characters at a time.
Also, I just don’t text message anymore unless I really have to.
And I’m becoming one of those crabby internet people.
but on the positive side:
1) Bubbo Designs is coming along nicely
2) I am making a lace hijab out of the CTH Lace Merino (my skein is way more blue than shown).
3) started sketching out a new lace pattern, will hopefully get a wrap done by september
4) Now I have to put some pants on.
2legit
If you are not on Ravelry this will not make sense to you.
I figure when you have a group or organization or mad zombie following, you aren’t really real until you have merchandise. So, getting merchandise sorta legitimizes the whole experience. If someone designs the merchandise with little or no prompting then you are 12millionawesome legit.
We got us some t-shirts!!!!!
Once again, non-ravelers are not going to understand. Sorry.
The gist of it is that I have a group on Ravelry called “Bubbo’s Pants”. One of those places built on an inside joke that you share with like 100,000 other people. The group has become something I am really proud of. We give advice, have fun, share things, and unlike 99% of the internet, we don’t fight! So I would like to that SteorraCat for her 12awesome design skilz! and all the other pantsters for their continued membership in a group based solely on joke involving me making crude references to sticking other people’s mothers in my pants.
awesomepossum