Sorry! You may or may not be able to see my web site right now. kinda got all busy with all the stuff from this week and I forgot to renew the domain. Domain’s been renewed but it takes a while to filter down.

12 days

It’s been 12 days since my last entry. Busy. Tired. Busy. Tired. Let’s just do a wiener list and get it over with

  • Saw Jonathan Coulton live n the 6th. The room was the largest gathering of ADD, Aspergers, nerds, geeks and awesome I’d ever seen. His live version of Mr Fancy Pants was a billion times more awesome that the version linked. He had a pre-programmed Zendrum that said a lot of pants!
    I could go on forever….his cover of “Baby got Back” “Skullcrusher Mountain” his very creepy and somehow so perfect “The Future Soon”.
    But also, Neil Gaiman was at the show and sitting directly in front of me. I had no idea. I just thought he was some wiener who couldn’t put his damned PDA down. Also, but butt touched his head once. HA! (don’t take it hard, I loved American Gods even if it struck an amazing resemblance to Mieville’s King Rat)
  • I am in the midst of crocheting 8 million mittens! All are original designs except the skull and crossbones mittens (well, I designed the mitten and fixed the pattern on there but the skull pattern is not mine). I am down to the wire, one week left. My hand and brain hurt.
  • It’s a good idea to hit the Surdyks wine sale at 8pm on the last night of said sale. There is actually room to walk around, the employees are free to help you, old ladies are not jamming their carts up your ass trying to get to the last sangiovese primitivo! But, on the other hand, it’s a bad idea. They were out of many of the things we had on our list including the Bonny Doon Pacific Rim Reisling and the Protocolo Tempranillo. Ah well, the staff pointed us to a few new selections and we got to shop in relative calm.
  • My car is currently being a bitch and is on the verge of death. Asshole. I’ve been driving David’s car. It’s been interesting as I’ve only ever gotten lessons on a manual transmission from impatient people or drunk people. I’m getting better, but I wish I could put a sign on the back of the car telling people not to be a jerk to me just because I always stall at intersections. I should probably just wear a helmet and drool while driving.
  • um…the dogs are good, the weather is cold, I have two pints of coffee heath bar crunch in the freezer thanks to the generosity of my awesome secret santa.

pant pant pant

part 1
David’s mom was in town this week. Unrelatedly, I had battled some sort of stomach fluishness. To tie these two together…I ate Ethiopian food, tamales, Thai food and South Indian food (not to be confused with the more popular northern Indian foods). My belly suffered but the food and the company were great.
part 2
My phone was fucked for 2 weeks. Couldn’t figure what the deal was. Sometimes it would ring, sometimes it wouldn’t. Futzing with it caused it to crash in some way. Crashing caused it to shut down. Shutting down reset it and it work. Moral? I should have just restarted it like a petulant computer. If I did not answer your call this week (Mark!) I apologize.
part 3
I discovered that the mini-documentary about how they made “Winged Migration” was infinitely more interesting than the actual movie. Especially when you find out that they shot the bird themselves for the hunting scenes.
part 4
I laid down a tad too much cash on the dogs today while at the pet store. I like to keep it in perspective, though…kids are infinitely more expensive and dogs are more appreciative. While I was out tonight Maddie got into the Snausages and ate 4.2 million pounds! David and I went out for sandwiches and pet shopping. I thought Ghengis was going to throw a tantrum when we left without him! We took him to the dog park when we got back and he cheered right up. Asshole.
part 5
We went to go see Consequences of Love tonight, but there was a shipping problem or something so they showed the Al Franken movie again. It was amusing but something is very clear to me. It does not matter what side you’re on, it does not matter if I agree with you or not. If you are in politics or political media in anyway you are an ass. Period. Both sides. Asses. I could not believe that with so many important issues that need to be discussed how often debates devolved into arguments over semantics and name calling. Screw you guys! Seriously, fuck you! How about instead of acting like a bunch of babies you get something done! Gloating, name calling, whining, picking apart sentance structure? USELESS! I’m sending this out to both sides! I’m standing here with my arms crossed, my foot tapping in disgust. Get your shit together or put the toys away and go home. I mean it about sendign this out to both sides, O’Reilly and Franken, you both should be ashamed of yourselves!
part 6
David and I rode out bikes over to the Riverview to see the aforementioned movie. It is approximately 8.7 billion miles uphill each way. No lie. I’m going to reward myself with an ice cream. Go me.
part ps
I know I shouldn’t, but I started crocheting again. I owe so many people so many gifts and my hand just does not want to work but I found this pattern and I figured I’d work on it slowly and maybe make soemthing for myself for once I’m doing it in variegated japanese wool. Wish me luck. (then it’s a beaded bag for a certain Canadian munchkin, baby blankets and slippers for Mary and a scarf for Evie’s buddy!).