Preparations are underway…
Yeah, that’s a lot of eyeballs. Forty-two, to be exact. (I didn’t even plan that.) What’s even worse is, I actually threw out more than a third of the peanut butter mixture I made. I really should measure when I start these projects…
Oh, and if you catch us during daylight hours, you may see this year’s special Halloween Rasterbation on CouchCam. It’s the Wolfman!
Bookmarking for later: How to use Photoshop to make Pop Art. Sweet.
Big Mac Pumpkin. That’s awesome!
Out of 300 million Americans, how many share your name? There are only 84 Kristine Howards in the whole population! (And good grief, there are ZERO Rodd Snooks.)
Urge to kill rising…
My Knitting Nemesis is at it again. I went out into the shop at midday so Chrystalla could go to lunch, and the first thing I noticed was that it was FREEZING. The air con’s been on all morning and it was much too cold for me in a T-shirt. Meanwhile, over in the corner is my nemesis with the a few ladies from the Knitting Clinic. “Is that air conditioning too cold for anyone else?” I asked. “Oh yes,” they all nodded. So I stuck my head back in the office and asked Chrys to shut it off. The arctic blast subsided. “Oh, thank you,” one of the ladies said. “That’s much better.” I smiled. “I know! I was freezing. I couldn’t stand it.” “I see,” sniffed the Knitting Nemesis. “You shut it off because it was for your own benefit.”
WHO SAYS THINGS LIKE THAT?
The Snook would attest that I am much grumpier than him in the mornings. I need more sleep and I’m just not a morning person.
This is the most amazing thing ever. My Mom sent me a big ol’ box of Halloween stuff this week, and inside I found… a pumpkin. WHA–? A BIG FAKE PUMPKIN. It’s made out of some space-age foam stuff and you can actually CARVE IT. Oh, the things you can get in America! Thanks to Mom, Snookums has just carved his first jack-o-lantern.
This AskMetaFilter question interested me. Can you think of books written by a woman that sound like they’re written by a man? (Or vice versa.) I’m nearly finished with Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke, which seems to fit the bill.
Still sick. I managed about five hours at work today. And what little energy I have is consumed with planning for this weekend’s HALLOWEEN SHINDIG. Blogging will resume once I can breathe properly…
Home sick. Mucus monster. Grrr. Arrrgggh.
