Dr Horrible!

I just watched the most fantastical thing ever: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Act I is up today! The second act goes up Thursday, the third Saturday. If you like music, Joss Whedon, Nathan Fillion, Neil Patrick Harris, Felicia Day or any combination of those things, it's definitely the thing for you to see.




Be quick, though. The videos will only stay online until midnight on the 20th.


Also, I had a small fail moment on the veggie-for-a-week thing, but we won't talk about that.

Blah blah Monday blah

I joined the 2008 Ravelympics today. They're similar to the Harlot's Knitting Olympics in 06. I'll be competing in the Sock Put for Team Browncoat (Firefly / Serenity fans) and Team KTog (my LYS). I can cast on on Friday, August 8, at 7 a.m., which is local time for the opening ceremonies in Beijing. I will knit the Kaylee socks, since they're all Firefly themed and stuff.

I was also going to mention what books I've been reading lately. Thanks to a camper, I started reading Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series and am hooked. What can I say? I love young adult fantasy. I'm pretty pumped for the final book to come out at the beginning of August. Right now, I'm reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, and the last book in David Eddings' Belgariad series, Enchanter's End Game. I'm really enjoying Middlesex, and I've been ignoring the Eddings since, er, I found out about Twilight. Oops.

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You know, I was going to post about a couple things today, and I can only think of the one. I was composing my blog post on the way to work this morning. And now here I am, and I can't remember a bloody thing. Damn you, Innernets Of Distraction and Air Conditioner Of Forgetfulness!

ETA: I remember now. I decided I want to be a vegetarian again. You see, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (high school), I decided to give up meat for Lent (back when I did the churchy thing). It stuck for a while, but eventually I got back to my carnivorous self. So I'm going to do a trial, no-meat period of one week, starting today, to see if I can do it again.

Now, what to have for lunch?

My encounter with the skinny jeans.

My apologies for the silence. I had a very interesting experience last week with skinny jeans (or as skinny as jeans get for my ample figure). Let me share.

So I was wasting time at the mall last week (and don't even get me started; I spent three bloody days in a row wasting time at the mall). I stopped in Torrid — where I got my white trench — because they have funky clothes in my size (and let me tell you, these hips don't lie). And they have a couple clearance racks. I like clearance racks.

My initial goal was to get a long tank top with lace edging on the bottom, which I'd seen on the rack the last time I was in the store. I found it, and it's great for layering, and I'm wearing it today, incidentally. Having caught my quarry so quickly, I moved to the back of the store and the aforementioned clearance racks. I found a double-knit, short-sleeve, cotton hoodie with skulls. (Which I layered on top of the tank top today.) And then I saw jeans on the clearance rack. I grabbed a pair in my size, not really reading the label much; it had cute embroidery on the butt pockets. (What can I say? Sometimes cute embroidery weakens my resolve.)

I went in the fitting room, shucked off the lame-ass clothes I was wearing that day, and put on the new stuff. And then I looked down, because my calves were suddenly constricted and gasping for air. "What is this?" I wondered to myself. "Surely I must be hallucinating." And as I looked curiously at my calves, I also noticed this weird puddle of denim concealing my feet. The sort that would be tattered and dirty after 10 minutes of walking around. I swear, there were at least four inches of extra fabric there. Normally I don't bemoan such things; I am tall enough that pant lengths are barely enough to reach the tops of my shoes.

All in all, the jeans didn't look that bad. I mean, they even made my butt look kinda good. (Must've been the cute embroidery.) But I was far too freaked out by my strangulated calves to consider purchasing them. But as I said, I did get the tank and the sweater.

Also, the liquor store that is on the northern end of town is moving closer to my office. Today. And by closer I mean a half-block away (across the street from my parents' church, too). It's like they know we need them nearby or something.

This is what Dorian looks like.

Paparazzi shot!


Pink Pirate Day — arrrgh!


Me, Darcy and the womb.


What can I say? It was exhausting, and lots of fun. We took no survivors.

Talk about shear genius.

I took a picture of myself on my computer yesterday, just because I felt like it. Here it is:



I'm not totally sold on that shirt, by the by.
It almost makes me look like a tomato.

And I took a picture this afternoon, just after I got back from my hair cut.


Gasp! Hair all one color? No one can live at that speed!

I love it. I kind of want to dance because of it. The stylist was even impressed by my fabulous taste. And yes dear friends, you are indeed seeing my natural hair color. It rarely comes out of hiding.

I've finished the Shetland Triangle, having done 11 repeats. I have yet to block it (surprise) or photograph it ('nother surprise), but it will be done. You may not see pics until after Dorian, but they'll be here eventually.

Speaking of Dorian, D minus 3 days until I head north! Woo!

Wup wup wup!

I decided just now that I want to make a Zoidberg costume. I already have a white coat, after all.

But Morehouse Merino has a pattern for lobster claw mittens. I just blew up a picture of a pair of finished mitts, and I'm 90% sure I can figure it out without purchasing the pattern kit.

After the claws, all I'd really need are red socks, white flip flops, and mint green scrubs. Easy peasey.

Um, that's really all. I have 10 repeats done on the Swallowtail now. Woo!