random crap

Imbeciles! Ya know, in some instances, keeping an accurate inventory doesn't really matter too much; I posit that the storage of deadly biological materials should never be one of those instances.

Advil has a special place in my heart...and my abdomen.

I worked 67 hours last week and I've already worked 26 hours this week, in two days. I know, I know, people work 60 and 70 hours every week. I'm not one of them. I work 60-70 hours for a portion of the year, and by the time it's over, I'm nearly delirious. I loves me some sleepin'. After next week, I'm golden. (:

I got some roller skates and I'm joining the roller derby after next week. This girl I work with gave them to me. Isn't that rad? I actually do know how to roller skate. I was one of those bitchin' kids who went skating every Friday night--the early session and the late session. Oh yeah, I was cool like that. (Friggin' nerd) Anyway, I'm excited about kicking some ass.

Circus Freaks

So, I just got home from the Cirque du Soleil show, Delirium. It was awesome as soon as I stopped trying to figure out what the hell was going on (there was clearly a plot, it was just a plot I couldn't follow). About three or four songs in, I decided that trying to keep track of the story was taking away from my experience, so I just forgot about doing that.

There was this unreal hula-hoop chick who did things I was not aware were possible with a simple hoop (or 10).

There were these four bald men in silver underwear who balanced on top of one another and did fancy cheerleader flips; but, the flips were better than cheerleders have ever done. You know when they fling the chick up in the air, she does a flip, then they basket catch her? Yeah, well these dudes were doing flips like that, but the flipper was landing on either his hands or his feet. Not impressed yet? He landed on the arms of two of the other guys; these arms were at 45 degree angles, yet they were supporting not only the weight of a man, but the weight of a falling man. And, when he landed, their arms did not move toward the ground--not an inch (or centimetre, probably, to Canadian Frenchies).

It was wicked-cool. You should go if you can. The lucky thing for me is that I went for free. muhahahahaha.

Heather, I kept pretending the singing ladies were you, because I remember you talking about wanting to sing for them, a long, long time ago.

The light show! I forgot about that part. It was incredible. They had these screens that were bigger than Imax screens, and they had moving screens. Stuff projected EVERYWHERE.

Very cool.

Biggest and heaviest show they've done at our Civic Center, yet. Heavier than Cher, and that was one helluva show. Yay! The building didn't fall down!

thoughts

1. Do you think word verification is, like, really, really hard for dyslexic people? I'm pretty good with words and letters, and sometimes I fuck it up.
2. I saw a very fat homeless (I think) man on Friday. What's up with that? My intuition tells me that homeless folks are generally skinny--you know, scrounging for food and all that. This guy was a big'un. Sorry if this is politically incorrect. *shrug*
3. There are people who know how to cooperate with other drivers when they are sharing the road and people whose primary goal out there is to get ahead of everyone else. There are people who will get in that lane that they know is about to end right after we cross the stoplight, then incosiderately attempt to merge in front of you, nearly hitting your car and not once making eye contact with you. It all works out so much better when we look at one another out there--right in the eyes--and signal one another. It's hard enough to understand your close friends and lovers; how about a little communication among drivers? Is that too much to ask?
   

The pictures as promised

So, here she is. The above photo is, by far, the most acceptable of the few I took.

Here is a demonstration of the slouchy/poochy problem. Not a bad rack, though.

Semi-normal picture.

Sub-par bow-tying abilities.

Tempting is done

So, I finished Tempting, and I would not use the word "tempting" to describe my version of the pattern; "cutesy" would probably be a more appropriate term. I'll post pictures later. It could be the ribbon or it could be the yarn that has rendered this garment so little-girl looking. The yarn is sort of fuzzy/puffy and it makes the thing look like a child's shirt. Add this to the fact that it is light purple, and we're on our way to Cutesville already. When you throw a ribbon around the top and make a little bow in the front, well--all I can say is, "I should have known."

I'm not sure why I thought it would be a great idea to knit a top that features a bow. It looked good and sexy on the pattern designer/model, so I figured I'd have the same results. No. Not even close. Don't get me wrong, I do like it and I will wear it; I simply didn't think I'd look like an overgrown child star when wearing it.

Here's another problem it has: the bottom edge does not sit flat. I'm not saying that it curls up, but it does creep up a little and results in a bit of a poofing-out around the hip area that appears to be a spare-tire-style bulge circling my waist.

Do I sound overly critical? Sure. It's just how I am.

But, regardless, it is my first shirt, and I will wear it with pride, no matter how stupid I look in it.

On to other things: finish T's shirt, which is really only about 1/5 done; finally decide which pattern to use for my first sweater (hourglass, banff, this one from Yarn Girls' Guide to Beyond the Basics, the name of which I cannot recall right now); start a cute little nautiloid; make some kind of slippers for my family to give them at Christmas; and felt something, anything. hehe.

Tempting pictures tomorrow or tonight, I promise.

Tempting, Basketball, Allergies, Birthdays, Numbers

Well, I got the black knitpicks Andean Silk in the mail yesterday, so, work has resumed on Tempting from knitty.com. I think it'll look OK. We shall see.

I watched basketball last night and actually rooted for the Florida Gators. That's waaaaay out of the ordinary for me, but it was the Championship game and I'd rather see a Florida college win than a California one. Plus, as someone from my boyfriend's work put it, "I want the Gators to win tonight because then it will be so much more glorious when the Seminoles beat them next year." Too true. Beating the National Champions will be glorious.

I'm still sick. I figure it's not actual sickness, but allergies, because it ain't going away and I'm not hacking up anything of a strange color. *shrug* That's what I get for living in paradise.

Today is my loverly little niece's sixth birthday! I love that she was born in 2000, because it makes it so easy to remember how old she is. I wish everyone could have been born in 2000, but that would be a lot of people, so maybe not. In 2004, her birthday was 4/4/04.

Tonight, once it becomes tomorrow, actually, at 1:02 and 3 seconds, it will be 01:02:03 04/05/06 and that's cool. Numbers are fun. If you're asleep, don't worry; it'll happen again in the afternoon.

This was fun

OK I did this magic eight ball itunes thing that my friend heather just did over on her blog. I don't have an iPod, so I just shuffled the songs in my computer and took the ones first in the list, in the order they appeared, as the magic eight ball answers.

It's silly, but, for some reason, amusing.

What do you think of me, itunes?
Sick Sad Little World - Incubus

Awesome, thanks.

Will I have a happy life?
Man Vs Ape - Eyedea & Abilities

I will be fighting off monkeys.

What do my friends really think of me?
Drunk - Tweet

Not yet. It's early.

Do people secretly lust after me?
Strange Loop - Liz Phair

How can I make myself happy?
Road Buddy - Dar Williams

Heather, I think we should go on a road trip someday. hehe.

What should I do with my life?
Stellar - Incubus

huh? *shrug* Astronaut!

Why must life be so full of pain?
cookie jar - Jack Johnson

yum!

This song's about blaming other people/scapegoating and shit, so, OK, good answer.

How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
Are You a Hypnotist? - The Flaming Lips

Not yet! I shall begin my training today.

Will I ever have children?
We're Only Gonna Die For Our Arrogance - Sublime

Hopefully, this means, no.

Will I die happy?
Give Me - Atmosphere

cryptic.

Can you give me some advice?
The Light - Common

What do you think happiness is?
Evaporated - Ben Folds Five

My computer is depressed, I think.

What's my favorite fetish?
Knowing - OutKast

OK. Weird. I don't know much.