Ahoy hoy.

Wow.  I sorta fell off the deep end there.  Not to worry, I haven’t turned this into some Sarah Palin bashing blog.  Let’s get back to the wicked fun that is my life!

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Really, I got nothin’. 

I’ve been busy with wedding related stuff and working.  I try to fit a bit of knitting in when I can.  I’m working on my shaba green CPH.  I’ve started the shoulder shaping.  I hope to make some progress on it this weekend.  I’m spending the weekend with FunkyDuck and her Mom (and Mina) out on the boat.  I am hoping to finish this sweater up in time to wear it when it is cold some time this winter.  Send me speedy knitting vibes!

In other knit news, I have to start my next baby knit.  KMP is due in December and I am notoriously slow at project completion.  I’m not sure if I’m going for a garment or a keepsake toy.  Maybe next week I’ll post some choices and you can help me pick.

Random aside, I am in deep smit with the seasons of the Ricky Gervais Show on itunes.  They’ve put out each season as an audiobook.  Funny funny stuff.  I look completely nuts on the train in the morning laughing by myself.  But I can’t help it…it’s just that funny.

And damn it’s kinda cold today. YES!  I’m wearing my new sporty Bob.  Suh-weet!

Have a great weekend all!

 

Hoy.

Link-time!

I read the captions guys and I totally dig them!  I just dropped by today to post a link to a blog that I love:

Women Against Sarah Palin

Speaking of Snarky

Have you ever watched any of those Target Women segments by Sarah Haskins?  Well I love them.  She truly highlights the assinine way the media targets women (search around for the yogurt one or the birth control one-too funny!).

Enjoy the snark that is her take on Sarah by clicking this link.

A Caption Contest*

Who’s feeling clever and/or snarky?  Let’s have go:

 

*The only thing you win in this contest is my love of your sparkling wit…unless I can think of something to give away that people would want-Hey, anybody want to pay my bills?

Mrah.

Things that are stuck in my craw lately:

 

1)  People who put those “Please consider the environment before printing this email” in their signature block.

 

You know what?  Fuck you now I’m printing it.  Seriously.  Mind your own fucking business.

 

2)  Misogynist politicians who think I’m going to vote for McCain because he picked a woman as a running mate.  Uh, no.  Is anyone falling for the “New improved Republican! Now with MORE VAGINA!”? Evil is still evil…even when you slap a skirt on it.  Plus I already get my RDA of vag, thanks.

 

3) …Oh yeah.  The third thing that’s getting my irish up an article on the aol splash page (and it was on the today show too) about why men cheat…”He wants to be faithful, but it may be out of his hands”.  I call horseshit on this one.  I’m not going to discuss the study (that’s a convo for another day) but the way it is discussed in the media pisses me off. 

 

4)…

 

Huh.  There was more but as an easily confused woman I must have forgotten.  I’ve got a lot on my mind like how to catch myself a husband and what color to polish my nails.  Now if you’ll excuse me I have to pick up those emails I printed out.

I think I’m gonna leave early today.

I can’t deal today.  If I had a flask in my desk this morning…

There is a notoriously annoying man where I work…I think he’s borderline crazy.  You know the type of crazy I’m talking about-socially retarded with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and a smidge of paranoia.  Maybe you aren’t familiar but many nerds I work with have this brand of crazy to varying degrees.  Anyway…

This dude is the bane of my work existence.  When he fills out his time card for payroll he brings it over to me and interrupts me to look it over and asks me if it is correct.  He has worked here longer than I have and I’ve been here for like, 7 YEARS.  He has been asking me if his time card is correct since I started.  He also comes in to my office to check the mail for his “package from India that has very important and exciting samples in it” at least 15 times a fucking day and I’m not exaggerating.  The mail only comes once a day and usually at the same time in the afternoon.  Yet he insists on blowing in here, hemming and hawing and being an all around PITA and an interruption.  C-R-A-Z-Y.

So in addition to his normal level of irritation there’s this little exhange I had with him today:

Preface: He orders some stuff that he needs to do his job.  Said stuff comes in and I write his name on the box so he can get it out of my office.

He walks in the office and checks the packages none to quietly for his special package from India and notices the box with his name on it.  I am trying to get a student reinstated and send his overdue tuition check so his college carreer isn’t ruined-I really don’t need to be interrupted. 

Himself: What’s this package with my name on it?

Me: ::ignoring::

Himself: I wonder what this is?  Why does it have my name on it…

Me:  ::ignoring, hoping he’ll use common sense and open the fucking box to see what’s inside and GET OUT ALREADY::

He continues to ponder aloud why this box has his name on it for a few more minutes.  I finally get fed up because I’ve been rewriting the same fucking sentence since he entered my office…

Me:  Did you not order supplies last week?  They arrived and I put your name on the box.

Himself:  But what I ordered was from Buhler.

Me:  It says Buhler right on the side of the box.  ::In huge blue letters by the way, and on the fucking ADDRESS LABEL TOO IDIOT::

Himself:  It says corrosive on the box, I didn’t order anything corrosive.

Me:  ::silence, because companies do recycle boxes to save on cost, and I don’t fucking care because normal people OPEN THE FUCKING BOX THAT HAS THEIR NAME ON IT WHEN THEY ORDER SUPPLIES AND THEY ARRIVE::

Himself:  Well I didn’t order corrosives so I don’t know why-

Me: OPEN the box please.  If it isn’t what you ordered leave it and I’ll return it.  (Even though I wanted to shake him until he was dead.  I am such a professional.)

He opens the box and surprise of surprises (NOT) it’s the fucking stuff he ordered.  So then he natters on about all the contents in the box, wonders aloud why they had a corrosive sticker on the outside, and then asks me if his package from India has arrived.

I do not get paid enough for this shit…lol!

Nothing says rock my world like a techno beat…you IDIOTS.

I love walking Mina.  She just loves it and usually turns around and looks back at me with a huge grin on her face to make sure I’m having a good time too.  Sometimes when she turns around I’ll stop and tell her she’s good and she’ll run over to get petted before continuing on.

Sometimes my Norman Rockwell moments are shattered by squirrels, or other dogs, or obviously fearful Hasidic Jews, which knocks Mina down to her base instincts.  And sometimes these moments are ruined by the I-ti’s in my neighborhood that are driving by whose response to anything female is to blast their cool cool dance beat of the moment.  I don’t know about you ladies, but I can’t resist a shiny car and a throbbing bass beat.  *NOT*

This weekend there was a change up.  After the countless dance club/techno noise style drive bys this weekend one guy decided to blast Alice In Chains.  How random is that?

Slipping into Faerie?

I am having complete sinus weirdness today.  I feel good.  But the congestion is moving around in my head and making my ears click and making me dizzy.  I feel light and empty, like the scrape of paper against paper and rubbery at the same time, almost like I don’t really exist here.  What if this sinus thing is sucking my into the world of Faerie?

Well, if I’m going into Faerie I’d like Perttu to come with me.

He is Finnish and MANtastic and plays the cello.  I call dibs.  Generally guyliner creeps me out.  I’m not a fan of men that wear more make up than me.  But for real, it makes Perttu look amazing, and I’m willing to overlook it in this instance.  Meow.  Come to Queenie.

I want to wrap Neil G@im@n around my soul like a blanket.

My silence hasn’t been intentional.  Things by me have been utterly ordinary in a pleasing way.  I lack a certain poetry for the mundane lately, so I have left it to others.

 

I can feel the turn of the seasons in my bones.  And with that inevitable slide toward Autumn I’m feeling my creativity seep back to me through the cracks and fissures.  I keep having ideas and weird dreams.  I’m being drawn into myths and poetry, inspired by other’s artwork and blogs.  I want to make bowls out of magazine coils and paint clock faces on wood pieces and fashion rings out of antique buttons.  But all the while my sinus infection or whatever it is-is making me thick and dull.

 

You would think this would be a bad thing, but it is actually helping me.  I am passionate about creating things and can lose myself in any project but that passion is fleeting.  The sinus issue is helping me form each idea more fully and really think about how I can execute it.  For once it is turning the detritus of my mind into interesting drops of amber. 

 

Sweet.

Framp-tastic and Tull-icious

Oh me.  I think I have one of those summer colds.  Either that or my sinus issues are trying to manifest into an actual infection.  In any case it’s just enough sick to be annoyed by it but not sick enough to really do anything about it.  Now where my Sudafed?

 

Over the weekend I got to go see Jethro Tull with Peter Frampton at Jones Beach with a friend.  I had such an awesome time.  The music was stellar and the company exquisite.  Keith is the type of friend where as soon as you get together the jokes and laughs start and really never stop  (see the title of this post as an example of the oh so bad humor).  The only thing that would have made it better was if Maria didn’t hate Tull because then she would have been there too.  The only weirdness (besides a slightly moist pretzel…) was Frampton’s drummer’s face (I nicknamed him Choppers-he was a cross between Fire Marshall Bill and Keith Richards) and this weird thing Ian Andersen kept doing while singing…he would crane his neck like it was the only way he could reach the notes.  I had to resort to watching the stage and not the big screen because it was really offputting.  But none of it ruined the awesomeness that is Tull.   

 

I started off the day feeling a little stabby during my commute.  I had a guy get on the train right behind me that apparently didn’t understand the concept that two solids cannot occupy the same space at the same time.  He was all up in my business jabbing me with his book, his bag, his hip, his arm, and burning my nostrils with his offensive overuse of cheap cologne.  ‘Twas a magical experience, that.

 

But nothing can bring me down today (or at least not for too long   ) because  tonight I get to go see my dad BOB DYLAN at the Prospect Park Bandshell.  WOOT!  Color me excited.  I wonder how long and what he’ll play.  On the 8^th he played 17 songs, on the 9^th 13 songs and on the 10^th only 11.  I hope he’s having a good night (13 songs at least!).  What little I was able to read of reviews he seems pretty lively which is important.  He’s also playing a bunch of his newest stuff which is catchy and lets him actually sing in his current voice.  In the I wish category: I’d love for him to do Cold Irons Bound, Someday Baby, You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere, I Shall Be Released, Lay Down Your Weary Tune, and/or I’ll Keep It With Mine.  It’ll almost never happen but I would be excited if it did.  And in two out of the last three concerts he did Tangled Up In Blue which was my Mom’s favorite.  That’d be bittersweet to hear. 

YAY ZIMMY!

 

Good day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

….I SAID GOOD DAY!