Weekend fling

I'm heading out this afternoon to visit the member of the Cribbage Crew that lives in the bulbous nose of Iowa. It's a housewarming party! I'm really excited. (And I get to drive on I-80 for about a million miles. How fun is that?)

I'm taking my camera, so here's hoping I remember to actually use it ...

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Speaking of sock needles*, Brittany got back to me very quickly — in fact, I received the package on Tuesday (I think), and just forgot to mention it until now. They didn't just send one replacement, though — they sent three! It's almost a whole 'nother set. I was so excited. Maybe I'll just break the other one the rest of the way, sand it, and use it as a cable needle ...

By the by, if you're hoping to owe Davy Jones your soul (see yesterday's post), go play the POTC dice game at Disney. (It's pretty lame, but the graphics are kind of cool.)

* Maybe I'll have to check out some yard sales for cheap costume jewelry, eh Duck?

Arrrgh!

Sounds familiar, eh Medic?

All work and no play

It is 8:45, and I am at work.

I left work yesterday at 12:45 a.m.

That's the part I hate about the county fair.

I can't spare entertainment for you today — entertain yourself.

Split, but not with bananas

It's official — for their 25th anniversary, my parents will be digging up fossils. They're pretty excited, I think. My dad for the fossils, and mom for escaping for a week. (They won't be excavating rocks all that time. I imagine they'll get lost in Utah once or twice.)

One of my new DPNs split. Brittany, birch, 5 inches, US 2. I noticed this split when I was looking for knitting to take to church — we had a family sing-along, not unlike the Von Trapp family — and I was not about to twiddle my thumbs for 70 minutes. Thankfully, I was able to email the company; they'll be sending me a replacement soon. For now, I'll continue the Jaywalkers, if I ever remember where I left my pattern.

If you've ever wanted a Cthulhu sock monkey, there's a tutorial posted. (I want one. Have to find toe socks.)

Nothing but Celine

This comic was in yesterday's paper. It made me laugh, and I was glad to find it online (and colorized!). As some people have heard me say before, Celine Dion is really the only thing I hold against Canada.

Right now it's a pleasant 65 degrees and raining. It must be really muddy out at the fair today, but I'm not due for another photo shoot until tomorrow morning. I'm sure it will still be muddy, and I'll be photographing mules. Mmmm ... muddy mules.

I spend all day yesterday (four or so hours) freshening up the blog. I was trying to get it to do something like this, but it wasn't cooperating, so I modified this one until it worked properly. I probably would have been better off just adjusting my other one, but there you go.

I've recently started reading a sci-fi series written in the mid-80s; the first book is Shards of Honor by Lois McMaster Bujold. I was drawn into almost immediately. A little more background can be found at Fictionwise eBooks.

More later. It seems I have been commissioned to transport three boys (two brothers and a cousin from Louisiana) to lunch later, and I have to get some work done, too.

Hot hot hot

O! Watch as ye heavy hand of the post office comes crashing down on this minor publication.

Okay, so that was a little sarcastic of me. Really, the heat is our crushing dictator. (The post office was just irritating me when I typed that. Long, dumb story with which I won't bore you.) Why? The monstrosity of machinery that cools the back office broke. It no longer cools, in fact, I don't think it does much of anything any more. The one in the front office works just fine, but, as I can't force the people in the back office to melt into little pools upon their chairs, we have to have the front door propped open to provide a little air flow.

It will take something like $3300 to replace the unit with the same model, and $200 more than that to replace it with a fancy model. We've all done the math, but I don't think the publisher (aka the pocketbook) will think of it that way. Meanwhile, we're all left to swelter during the one of the hottest times of the year.

Actually, strike that. We just turned on the air and closed the doors to the back. Ahh.

Miscellany
Somewhere along the line, probably while living with Dustro, I developed a sensitive nose. I can't stand the smell of air freshener. It's more like nostril poison. (Except for some citrus-scented things. I can handle citrus. And also candles.) And my dad just took the offensive air freshener out of the bathroom and started spraying it around the front office. I almost threw something at him.

Also, I don't particularly understand the legal term duces tecum — "you will lead with yourself". Okay, well I understand it, but I think the terminology is a bit awkward. (I'm not the one being subpoenaed, I just saw the document.)

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As you can see above, I managed to finish the womb. (Other womb photos can be found here.) I started another project from Mason-Dixon Knitting, using Elann's Cannepone (I forget how that's spelled) 100% hemp yarn. I also made another stuffed mouse last night, as the old one got eaten by the dog. Demetrios loved it. Luka's probably eaten it by now, though, knowing him.

But I must go. I have to have lunch and go to the post office before I'm due at the fair at 2:00 for my next animal show extravaganza: the 4-H cat show and the open class pet show.

Project Runway tonight!