tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257012402024-03-04T22:00:32.496-08:00aut disce aut discedereramblings of a mind disturbed by joining the real world, dead languges, biology, knitting, art, an obsession with arctic anything, and now, a fish. and a boat.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.comBlogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-17030718616817733032010-09-21T05:56:00.001-07:002010-09-21T05:56:45.246-07:00a......ha...<br>no, not a totally awesome concert. a realization, an epiphany, if you would;<br><br />why has Marit's face been flipping out for the past week, getting progressively worse after being quiet for months? <br /><br>the puppy has been getting antibiotics for the past week. penicillin based antibiotics. oh. yeah. what is Marit allergic to? penicillin, you say? hmmm...<br /><br>this, of course, assumes that i'll react to a penicillin through my skin. if not, back to a very annoying square one.<br />Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-24509746262942461242010-08-22T15:53:00.001-07:002010-08-22T21:55:11.719-07:00zoooommmbbbiiiieeeee...'cause that's apparently what I am, having not blogged since March. you know. you blink, five months go by. eh. <br /><br />So. five months, huh.<br /><br /><a href="http://whatthefuckshouldimakefordinner.com/index.php">this</a> is pretty much one of the best things ever.<br />Bought a Nook for my birthday. pretty sweet. only gripes so far are the occasional horrible conversion (I'm looking at you, Winds of Change.) and the fact that a good half of the books I wanted to get in ebook form are not currently available. why I thought an out of print book would be easily findable as an ebook, I'm not sure. not really the Nook's fault. Also, cashy money can disappear quite rapidly, which is not good. But they have a free book pretty much every week, which is great, but I'd really love for more of them not to be porn. wait, sorry- 'romance.' no, no, I stand by my earlier statement. porn. at the very least can I get some better written pr0nmances? for instance, if you're going to write about races of hunky greek gods and impending supernatural wars and your mild-mannered bookseller/child-of-prophecy/strip club server...research is your friend. so is a higher plot-to-porn ratio. I finished reading you because you were free and really, you have to be stunningly, amazingly, incredibly bad before I'll put you down unread. Banshee book, you were better. (also, less porn. coincidence?) <br /><br />um...<br /><br />I had a whole bunch of cranky ems-related posts of the "Tips for Nurses, Patients, and Family Members" "Dispatch, I HATE YOUR FACE" and "I'm BLS, Bitch" nature, but I tend to write those in my head as the situation progresses and then I forget them when I'm back by the computer. And my phone doesn't like the blogger. could probably find a better app but too lazy.<br />oh!<br /><br />Whose genius idea was it to make a washing machine that takes 45 minutes to run and a dryer that takes 70? I know, I know, I could probably make the dryer time shorter but I kind of like my pants to stay pants, not capris. still. when I'm faced with The Nigh-Insurmountable Mound Of Clothy Death I want to shove it all back into the hamper and call it the 'clean clothes' hamper. then I'd have to put my dirty clothes into the dresser. ah, but then I could, once the hamper became empty, wash the clothes in the dresser and then the hamper would become the dirty clothes bin again! ...no? <br /><br />The Boy and I are certifiably insane. (this you knew already, I know.) But further proof will be coming Labor Day weekend in the form of a ridiculously cute fluffball husky puppy. <br /><br />yes. I know. insane. <br /><br />but he's ridiculously cute. so cute, in fact, we forgot to take a photo when we put down our deposit. but he looks kind of like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFu4SX1Wj_nTtP8UjF9r5sZo7oEn047ro6KspqpjwEdvLNsMJGFhp4nwy-V6juqDYYOmGNrmGQcEUqYAXU-p1Sul88nv_DnFrq8M0Ao_ZkS9ciqEJYwgw4Pcsl-SYysNBhcQFv/s1600/husky"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFu4SX1Wj_nTtP8UjF9r5sZo7oEn047ro6KspqpjwEdvLNsMJGFhp4nwy-V6juqDYYOmGNrmGQcEUqYAXU-p1Sul88nv_DnFrq8M0Ao_ZkS9ciqEJYwgw4Pcsl-SYysNBhcQFv/s400/husky" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508462025126242610" border="0" /></a>The cuteness. it destroys your brain. Our cats will never forgive us. <br /><br />Anyway. and now, for something...completely different. Well, not really. it's just time to go grocery shopping so I can go <span style="font-weight: bold;">grill some fucking asian bbq steaks with brown rice and peppers</span>. <br /><br />(confused? click the linky from the beginning.)Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-7956185014505485732010-03-14T21:34:00.000-07:002010-04-25T13:26:38.183-07:00we gave up stones and plundering but kept our fish and potatos.<object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebqdwQzmSHM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebqdwQzmSHM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><br /><br />helt sant.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-4114716107200678352010-03-12T12:05:00.000-08:002010-03-12T12:19:06.300-08:00wait, what?sooooo our windows are definitely not insulated. how do I know this? IT'S FREAKING COLD. I could put on a sweater. or climb inside my tauntaun. or shut the blinds. but I'm lazy, and I like daylight, and I'm trying to finish a hat by...1400. keeeerap. <br /><br />awaiting the ringidingy that tells me I get to go shell out a painful amount of cash and pick up my no-longer-broken car. What is it with Xterras recently? both Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum have been bashed upon. Poor Charlie and Mandy. But! birthday festivities this weekend, and dad's coming down for chair hunting and foods, so I'm going to go take off my crankypants, watch some craig ferguson (dvr's a biiit full) and crochet my fingers off. <br /><br />yep. <br /><br />oh yeah....<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AbcwOHvoZbA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AbcwOHvoZbA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />and...<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yGywo81G6lk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yGywo81G6lk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />ok, so maybe overdosing on finnish metal is what's really making the crankypants go away, and not any reall effort on my part. but, I mean...c'mon.<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Vp6I6kRjTM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Vp6I6kRjTM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />also...holy eyelashes, batman. I mean...damn. and I kinda feel like "I can play the keyboard while headbanging" should be a major marketable skill.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-89088317780516459082010-02-21T19:23:00.000-08:002010-02-21T19:27:22.563-08:00made the mistake of listening to Who Puts His Trust today. after flipping through SEA pictures with Danber yesterday...bad idea. <br /><br />really bad idea.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-23451823901962877872010-02-16T21:56:00.000-08:002010-02-16T22:12:38.102-08:00curse you muses!so just as I'm supposed to be knuckling down and getting that MOUND of fiber all spun up for my ravelympics project, I get mildly distracted by the thought of knitting a spectrum scarf. <br /><br />and then, I'm (foolishly) bumming around Ravelry when someone links <a href="http://www.xkcd.com/242/">The Best Comic Ever</a> in a thread talking about a genius who knit a different comic into a pillow, and its awesomeness, and it hits me: that comic isn't conducive to a pillow format, but...a scarf...<br /><br />WANT.<br /><br />of course, now I have to shut down The Brain before it gets sidetracked. spin, marit. Spin. spiiiiinnnnnn....Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-35985295605817170982010-02-10T19:20:00.000-08:002010-02-10T19:21:03.960-08:00aMEN.http://jcs.biologists.org/cgi/content/full/121/11/1771<br /><br /><br />best. article. ever.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-58877270588203663682010-01-18T09:14:00.001-08:002010-01-18T09:14:20.084-08:00this post rated R by the MBB* for Language.woke up late.<br />stupid bike tire didn't want to go back on.<br />realized didn't have time to get lunch together.<br />tried (and mostly failed) not to be übergrump to The Boy. but he smelled good so hey, the morning's looking up.<br />stared at door, penguin sprinting, oh well, can't be that important. getting to work with enough time to shower and still be on time more important. <br />lock door, discover front wheel not turning. brake? no, brake fine. latching mechanism seems fine too. great. it's pissing rain, last chance for ride just left, not enough time to call my partner for ride, and now my fucking bike isn't working. <br />kick bike. ow fucking ow. (don't kick bikes.) <br />hey, bike rolls smoothly now. (I think my bike has been reading too much calvin and hobbes. it's after my blood and pain.)<br />bike to work. hey, asshole in the fucking prius, just because I'm already soaked does not mean I won't care if you puddle-drench me. jackass. when Claire rules the free world, you're going to the head of the <br />0753 clock in. god I hope no early calls because if mawit no shower, mawit kill. jump in shower.<br />was not hot. but wasn't cold, either, so...fine.<br />socks. fuck. that's what the penguin was trying to tell me. dry socks.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-74698138266560557502009-12-11T22:00:00.000-08:002009-12-11T22:12:16.178-08:00I want it allSome of the things I see on etsy make me go "ooooo...." and some of the things on etsy make my fingers itch and me go "whaaaaa? you're selling that for $30 bucks? have you SEEN that join? hello? THAT IS NOT FINISHED. go back and buff the shit out of that sucker, <span style="font-style: italic;">then</span> we'll talk about selling that for $30 bucks."<br /><br />I want my perfect world, where I get to spend my sommers at Skogfjorden, I get to teach college kids about science on a sailing research vessel every so often, I get to use my free time for knitting and designing knitting and I can set up a little loom and I can weave and I can coerce James into helping me build a little baby kiln and a little baby forgelet and I can set up my lovely cancer-causing mesothelioma-inducing studio and make jewellery and sculpt and make knives all day when I'm not working. And I want to have juuust enough money left over that every couple years or so I get to travel someplace awesome that I haven't been (Antarctica, Africa, ...must...beat (at the very least tie)...alex....), or someplace awesome that I have been to. (Alta, Santorini, and at this particular moment, Nuku Hiva), or maybe just a week of heli-skiing. and I want to go ski touring. I want to pack my bag and find a sledge or train up a pair of dogs and get my tent and some matpakker and my reinsdyrskinn and GTFO and not come back until håret e så fett det fryser!<br /><br />I want it all.<br /><br />I want it all.<br /><br />And I want it now. *screeeeeeelm*<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWQWelkljUo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWQWelkljUo&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-84607107211223791422009-12-08T19:30:00.000-08:002009-12-08T19:31:30.142-08:00Æ e FÆNMÆ ferdig.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-35707272319763449932009-12-04T23:16:00.000-08:002009-12-04T23:26:12.358-08:00My life according to Queen.Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people you like and include me. You can't use the artist I used. (<span style="font-style: italic;">sure you can.</span>) Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My Life According to (ARTIST NAME)"<br /><br />Pick Your Artist: Queen<br /><br /><br />Are you a male or female? Killer Queen<br /><br />Describe yourself: I'm Going Slightly Mad<br /><br />How do you feel: I Want It All<br /><br />Describe where you currently live: Seven Seas of Rhye<br /><br />If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Bohemian Rhapsody<br /><br />Your best friend is: Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy<br /><br />Your favorite color is: Flash<br /><br />What's the weather like? Who Wants To Live Forever<br /><br />Favorite time of day: Surf's Up...School's Out!<br /><br />If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: Princes of the Universe<br /><br />What is life to you: Bicycle Race<br /><br />Your current relationship: Innuendo<br /><br />Your fear: Death on Two Legs<br /><br />What is the best advice you have to give: Somebody to Love<br /><br />If you could change your name, you would change it to: Delilah<br /><br />Thought for the Day: One Vision<br /><br />How I would like to die: Fat Bottomed Girls<br /><br />My soul's present condition: Radio Ga Ga<br /><br />My motto: Let Me LiveMarit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-29412482541014605862009-12-03T21:45:00.000-08:002009-12-03T22:43:48.741-08:00today deserves...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs1zz4zZhdM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs1zz4zZhdM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />NO one's got enough blood!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1sN3sTqC8U&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1sN3sTqC8U&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />...naked.<br /><br />ok, now I feel better.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-48452367533392274212009-11-22T22:05:00.000-08:002009-11-22T22:10:14.440-08:00ohdeargod.it's November 22nd. <br /><br />Ohgod. <br /><br />T-minus 8 days and counting. EIGHT. ZOMG.<br /><br />I can get by without sleep, right? all hail 1,3,7-trimethylxanthine! HAIL!<br /><br />and laundry? what's that? The Boy can subsist on hotpockets and eggs, he's a big boy. Cat feeder and water are automatic. now all I need is TPN and a caffeine drip and we're good to go! <br /><br />right?<br /><br />guys?Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-34011986766159333282009-11-15T23:22:00.001-08:002009-11-15T23:22:36.208-08:00cinematic nerdityI gotta say...Twister is a great movie. it's got action and comedy and great characters and pretty sweet special effects and best of all, it has people (acting) totally and completely passionate about their science. they geek out. I start watching and I get the goofy grin on my face. it's awesomely geektastic. Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-65994499035738085672009-11-12T22:20:00.001-08:002009-11-12T22:21:11.964-08:00Oh XKCD. love.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfwbrTtfO0G_UrenvABXeFi14V5d1qUMJrX0M7kNq8j4Ww3kpmjr_Bn_q1F31UnbFr1z3XckHHGV1sUF-MrGMj1NgVudRTMocmCQFp_kI0gVAlUwpsPIRXNMeyemhb6TdNH6M/s1600-h/iphone_or_droid.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfwbrTtfO0G_UrenvABXeFi14V5d1qUMJrX0M7kNq8j4Ww3kpmjr_Bn_q1F31UnbFr1z3XckHHGV1sUF-MrGMj1NgVudRTMocmCQFp_kI0gVAlUwpsPIRXNMeyemhb6TdNH6M/s400/iphone_or_droid.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403469433326154338" /></a>Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-26956754037357595132009-11-10T22:45:00.000-08:002009-11-10T23:16:29.483-08:00nanna-ream-onano...sucking...brain..power...<br /><br />also, why can't I write in my sleep?<br /><br />and...one of the best episodes of the best shows ever.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBu3qkOjZks&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBu3qkOjZks&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />although that clip does leave out one good bit, where daniel points out that they could be doing anything they wanted and they both freeze, then exit post haste.<br /><br />teal'c with the thermometer in his mouth? <span style="font-style:italic;">never</span> fails to make me crack my face in half with a grin.<br /><br />ok. fold clothes. bed.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-54555044714573459282009-11-10T00:07:00.001-08:002009-11-10T00:11:53.666-08:00uh-huh.you know it's time for bed when this makes you burst out laughing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKv_6OdjnIxH6KEDoAcaQ_FWVoxHZl6FM6Qlv15RKFaHAZZcGqqSoT_3DRFMGtOrClNd6pQfx2Jxkph9ZeLNjaoW-eHpfEGu9yd-tjb-id5fQ4OdmP8P6zFSb8i_JZQYBLDyS/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-before-and-after-thermometer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKv_6OdjnIxH6KEDoAcaQ_FWVoxHZl6FM6Qlv15RKFaHAZZcGqqSoT_3DRFMGtOrClNd6pQfx2Jxkph9ZeLNjaoW-eHpfEGu9yd-tjb-id5fQ4OdmP8P6zFSb8i_JZQYBLDyS/s400/funny-pictures-cat-before-and-after-thermometer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402384641251677986" /></a><br /><br />thank you, and good night.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-3081471353392714522009-11-01T10:57:00.000-08:002009-11-01T11:25:49.922-08:00NaNoWriMo*cue pertinent Rimsky-Korsakov song*<br /><br />too much crap to do today for serious writing BUT my reboot begins.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPm6SG3roqr7hVWHVPxXw5nGbqptVOhWTPyo7422xE2HsLkRZ7NVoQJJYeoz2x_4KAjAlYMVMXKQc5Zz-nKFBu3kAtX6NpEe5A8zjW5VxO_qaPsIWRZD4ejW3yZ5XjYKt5okkd/s1600-h/DSCF1732.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPm6SG3roqr7hVWHVPxXw5nGbqptVOhWTPyo7422xE2HsLkRZ7NVoQJJYeoz2x_4KAjAlYMVMXKQc5Zz-nKFBu3kAtX6NpEe5A8zjW5VxO_qaPsIWRZD4ejW3yZ5XjYKt5okkd/s400/DSCF1732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218341886205954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFKieM-81h3w0burYZCj4WsxHtNkNeFd1-VbZzMstamw9iRrTrUi1QQ1td6er-NHwSnNPnwFs7dsJvrCOJQNeZOLvEkP6UcfJP4sbUdLG17zl3uEQb8_5NrQBOfMC9YwbO0lx/s1600-h/Picture+214.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFKieM-81h3w0burYZCj4WsxHtNkNeFd1-VbZzMstamw9iRrTrUi1QQ1td6er-NHwSnNPnwFs7dsJvrCOJQNeZOLvEkP6UcfJP4sbUdLG17zl3uEQb8_5NrQBOfMC9YwbO0lx/s400/Picture+214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399218331086521586" /></a>Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-88486632631331197482009-10-27T21:09:00.000-07:002009-10-27T21:10:42.841-07:00YES.<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Q3pdj9p6yI&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Q3pdj9p6yI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Dammit, now I have to start watching Castle.<br /><br />"didn't you wear that, like, five years ago?" <span style="font-style:italic;">SNORT.</span>Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-39530791946710692032009-10-27T19:00:00.000-07:002009-10-27T20:21:16.390-07:00yaarrrrrrn.so I'm trying to kick-start my yarn weight loss campaign again. not a diet per se...but if I want to start a new project, I have to finish something else. if I want to buy more yarn for a project, then a corresponding amount of yarn has to be either done or leave some other way. (the craft depot, gifted, osv.) <br /><br />so far not much has happened. although that's mostly to blame the work schedule. but I need to finish:<br /><br />northern lights scawl*, which at this stage is...yarn. and a pattern. sort of. <br />Giant Shawl Of Death, currently lurking reproachfully at me, since finishing it implies ripping out...pretty much the entire thing. yeah. <br />Mystery Afghan Thing, which right now is more like "mystery washcloth thing"<br />and others, but I'm all ufo-depressed now and anyway, it's time for NCIS.<br /><br />*could be a scarf. could be a shawl. might end up being a cowl. who knows? also, sounds like 'scowl,' which is what I currently do when I think of it.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-64524616281657025162009-10-15T21:59:00.000-07:002009-10-17T12:35:50.308-07:00SUCH a good movie.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bd9H8d11cDM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bd9H8d11cDM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Saving Grace. seeing that tv show (which is totally unrelated to the film) in the tv menu makes me go YA-oh. sad. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZWZv5AbpsyY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZWZv5AbpsyY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />see?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JSqKjfU-U2w&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JSqKjfU-U2w&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />one of the reasons I love this movie is that James is Grace. if James were a little welsh lady who started to grow pot to avoid bankruptcy. although when I watched it with him the scene where she cleans out her greenhouse gave him the twitchy fits. "but that's worth- that one's! but!"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2k3Bsl1t7A&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2k3Bsl1t7A&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"my name is tony, I am from scandinavia."<br />"...he doesn't talk much."<br />"mhm...does he have to?"<br /><br />And the internet just ate the rest. bugger. oh well. here's one of the best bits:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Bpc4N1jz5Q&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Bpc4N1jz5Q&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /> I thought of this movie on the latest Crazy Day (which has been somewhat washed away from Drowning Marmot Day on tuesday, but involved an entire ER getting serious contact highs from a patient)Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-2076484576050232102009-10-11T16:14:00.000-07:002009-10-11T16:17:04.761-07:00Penn & Teller.you just gotta love 'em.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETiXXf0ZqRQ&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETiXXf0ZqRQ&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-74005437209166513012009-09-30T17:10:00.000-07:002009-09-30T21:41:02.790-07:00theraflu-induced randomness.1) Mixed Berry with green tea and menthol Theraflu is more awful than normal Theraflu. I know, I know, I didn't think it was possible either. but trust me. Homeland Security, I got your new interrogation method right here. <br /><br />2) I hate it when you're sick, so you take a sick day* at work, and then you wake up and you feel way better at noon-ish, so you think yeah, hey, awesome, I'll be back at work tomorrow, and then at 1500 suddenly you're back to sinus migrane of DEATH and taking the fucking recycling down and checking the mail makes you collapse back on the couch in exhaustion, and then you have to call in to work again for another sick day and you can feel the "...is it swine flu?" that's unasked and to make matters worse...<br /><br />...it's time for more Mixed Berry Theraflu.<br /><br />3) being mostly-catatonic has, though, given me a great gift: I finally got around to watching Glee. <br /><br />seriously, the hours I spent going "meh, not so interested" are hours that I regret. deeply. I was never in a glee club (did Wayzata even have one?) but musical theatre is something I was raised on. you know in shows when people randomly break out in song? it took me an embarassingly long time to realize that normal people's parents don't sing phrases from musical of various obscurity in most situations. if no one else watches this show, my parents have to. the only downside to this is that I can't watch it with The Boy without sending him running for the hills.<br />(also, I've received the inability to type correctly. sheesh. dextromethorphan HBr and phenylephrine HCl and acetaminophen aren't altering drugs (besides, you know, sleepy-time), but you wouldn't know it by my typing skills)<br /><br />4) New Dexter spot: artful cinematography paired with what song? Under Pressure. <br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5r4vCFqDmjQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5r4vCFqDmjQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /> <span style="font-style:italic;">this</span> is why I love that show. <br /><br />5)<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTzB8W8shi8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTzB8W8shi8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />6) Things Mawit Saw At Folsom: <br /><br />Rainbow Brite (so not kidding.)<br />Guy Wearing a Snake (...only a snake.)<br />Guy Wearing a Hijab (...only a hijab.)<br />some really bad corsetry<br />some really good corsetry<br />lots of leather (well, duh.)<br />lots of nudity (also, duh.)<br />several small children (so <span style="font-style:italic;">not</span> duh. really? yes, I understand, america is a little overly puritanical (ok, a lot) in some regards but...bob ditter says no!)<br />but the best thing was the XKCD tshirt on the guy wearing an interesting pair of pants. <br /><br />7) the designers of the Breeze litterbox deserve sainthood. no kidding. by all rights should be stinkier than the lidded boxes we had been using (since they're open to the air) and granted, when Raz (who nearly got renamed Gollum/Smeagol) decides to leave us a present it's biohazard-worthy, but he actually usually succeeds in burying it and then we scoop it out (cause we don't have to fight with a lid and just scoop and dump) and then hey presto no stinky. and the pee goes down into a chuk and you don't change that for a week and it magically doesn't stink. Best. Litterbox. Ever.<br /><br />8) I love Neil Patrick Harris.<br /><br />9) Tsunami Watches are pretty boring, actually, which makes me sad that more people are talking about tsunami watch in the east bay than actual tsunami-earthquake-utter-destruction in Samoa. <br /><br />10) Jayne is currently stalking an invisible critter that had damn well better not be a moth, because...well, it just better not be one.<br /><br />11) every time I watch NCIS:LA I think of Katy because it's Chris O'Donnell. and good show, but...what's with the Incredibles lady?<br /><br />12) Braid is an awesome game. if you've got an Xbox, you should buy Braid. so worth it. although if you play it for too long your brain goes splerkutyblip.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-81945974602785789862009-09-30T15:31:00.000-07:002009-09-30T15:36:08.326-07:00"when you're older, you'll find that will be a gift."SNORT.<br /><br />Glee. <br /><br />Watch it.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25701240.post-44641863993646548072009-09-23T23:50:00.000-07:002009-09-24T00:11:28.695-07:00best fucking wednesday EVER.and it totally started out in The Pit...of Despaaaaaair, too, which makes it all the better. <br /><br />the marmot gets essentially no sleep. Gets to work. boo, work. mawit tired. marit messed up proportions on coffee manufacturing in the morning. mawit sad. mawit gets coffee. things looking up. two calls down...then three...four...five. We're on our way to our sixth call and we drive past the Fox Theatre. <br /><br />What's on the sign? Sep 23 Rodrigo y Gabriela.<br /><br />what. WHAT. WHAAAT. mawit thinks "Dammit! I missed them AGAIN! WAIT! 23!!! 23 is TODAY!" grab phone. text mom to beg for info on concert start/price/etc. <br /><br />starts at 8pm. tickets still available, 35 bucks. HELL. YES. text The Boy: hey remember rod y gab, want to go tonight?"<br /><br />The Boy gets tickets with four minutes remaining. HELL. YES.<br /><br />then, enter Murphy. we're delayed at our seventh call. dispatch has given us an eighth call, too, with a 5:30 pickup. PICKUP. mawit flips the fuck out. partner shakes head at mawit. of course we're gonna get a late call. we always get late calls. no, dispatch can't make it go away magically no matter how much you beg them. <br />mawit still flipping the fuck out because suddenly the great glimmer of hope that today wasn't going to totally suck is being eclipsed by yawning pit of despair. <br /><br />on last leg of last call partner says something about bart and rides and mawit doesn't get it (because logic while flipping the fuck out? notsomuch.) the Boy calls. what's the deal? The Sainted Partner lays out the plan: The Boy meets mawit at work. The Boy and Mawit drive their car to BART. partner follows. we park our car at BART, hop in partner's car. partner drives us to theatre. (opposite direction of partner's home.) <br /><br />cleared last call around 7:10. was at theatre by 7:45. <br /><br />concert = win.Marit fphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03717867145148713486noreply@blogger.com0