Month: March 2009

  • Shared today on Twitter

    is waiting for an SMS from my mother-in-law, who’s coming into the city for lunch. She’s bringing me a pudding basin for my birthday!


    feels like the only USian on the Internet who hasn’t filled out a bracket or watched a game. I couldn’t even name a team in the tournament!


    suddenly discovered the reason for my bad week: a shocking lack of BEER. Luckily it’s Friday, and I aim to rectify the situation.


    @randomknits FAN-EFFING-TASTIC! Congratulations!


    woke up with suspicious headache. Oh great. Cold sore forming. WHY? Now going to feel like a scabrous leper all week. Off to get Zovirax.


  • The Rosendahl Bend

    The Rosendahl Bend. I’m kind of fascinated by knots.

  • Trumpet Hero

    TrumpetHero. OHMYGOD, WANT! I need to play “Sweet Home Alabama” on an electronic trumpet.

  • Depressed.

    Depressed. Snookums is threatening to hide our scales again because of the way they can wreck my entire self-worth in two seconds. I just don’t understand how I can work out five times a week, guzzle liters of water every day, cut out all snacks and fizzy drinks, eat nothing but three square meals a day (with no seconds) and STILL gain two pounds in three days. Obviously it’s not a real gain; either my lower number was false due to dehydration (which means I’ve essentially stayed the same weight for the past week), or my higher number is false due to water retention (for no comprehensible reason). But WHY? I haven’t done anything differently. I need to live in a universe that is controllable. I need to think that 2+2=4. Because to accept otherwise renders this whole exercise pointless. If nothing I do makes any difference, why not give up?

    Yeah, he probably should hide those scales.

  • Shared today on Twitter

    Just completed a 3.57 km run with @runkeeper, check it out http://bit.ly/gxoOp #runkeeper


    has sewn one shoulder of Na Craga. This sucker might make the deadline after all! Photos coming in the morning.


    has discovered that getting a good night’s sleep does not necessarily preclude one from having a really crappy morning.


  • Arrivederci, frog!

    Arrivederci, frog! (Snookums likes Cookie Monster.)

  • Whoopie Pies

    I can confirm that Whoopie Pies are a staple in northeastern Indiana. My Mom used to make both the chocolate and the pumpkin versions. I believe that the local version used the Crisco-and-sugar mixture in the middle.

  • Shared today on Twitter

    is fighting with Visio. Is there a nicer, faster way to create a simple, non-fugly flowchart?


    @brodrigu I’m stuck on a PC at work, unfortunately.


    has lost more tweets today. And here I was just yesterday recommending Twitter as a serious business opportunity. Grrrr.


    @mrs_sockvictim Be strong! You’re the Mama Monkey and the monkeys always win. They won’t even remember it in 2 days, promise.


    has invented a Time Team drinking game: Drink whenever Geophysics is useless. I am not responsible if this game gives you alcohol poisoning.


    feels like a zombie. Two nights of cats keeping us up. Snookums says: I told you so. Caffeine not helping. Urge to kill rising…


    @gadgetgirl70 Sure, if by “going out” you mean “hanging with my beeyotches at knitting group.”


    thought knitting podcasts might soothe rage & headache. Didn’t realize David Reidy put effing BAGPIPE SOLO in middle of an episode. GAHH.


    @michaelengle Undo it! Put tip of left needle into stitch BELOW the purl, slide it off right needle, & pull free. Then purl again looser. 🙂