a......ha...

no, not a totally awesome concert.  a realization, an epiphany, if you would;

why has Marit's face been flipping out for the past week, getting progressively worse after being quiet for months?

the puppy has been getting antibiotics for the past week.  penicillin based antibiotics.  oh.  yeah.  what is Marit allergic to?  penicillin, you say? hmmm...

this, of course, assumes that i'll react to a penicillin through my skin.  if not, back to a very annoying square one.

zoooommmbbbiiiieeeee...

'cause that's apparently what I am, having not blogged since March. you know. you blink, five months go by. eh.

So. five months, huh.

this is pretty much one of the best things ever.
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?)

um...

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.
oh!

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?

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.

yes. I know. insane.

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:
The cuteness. it destroys your brain. Our cats will never forgive us.

Anyway. and now, for something...completely different. Well, not really. it's just time to go grocery shopping so I can go grill some fucking asian bbq steaks with brown rice and peppers.

(confused? click the linky from the beginning.)

we gave up stones and plundering but kept our fish and potatos.

helt sant.

wait, 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.

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.

yep.

oh yeah....


and...


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.


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.

made the mistake of listening to Who Puts His Trust today. after flipping through SEA pictures with Danber yesterday...bad idea.

really bad idea.

curse 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.

and then, I'm (foolishly) bumming around Ravelry when someone links The Best Comic Ever 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...

WANT.

of course, now I have to shut down The Brain before it gets sidetracked. spin, marit. Spin. spiiiiinnnnnn....

aMEN.

http://jcs.biologists.org/cgi/content/full/121/11/1771


best. article. ever.

this post rated R by the MBB* for Language.

woke up late.
stupid bike tire didn't want to go back on.
realized didn't have time to get lunch together.
tried (and mostly failed) not to be übergrump to The Boy. but he smelled good so hey, the morning's looking up.
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.
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.
kick bike. ow fucking ow. (don't kick bikes.)
hey, bike rolls smoothly now. (I think my bike has been reading too much calvin and hobbes. it's after my blood and pain.)
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
0753 clock in. god I hope no early calls because if mawit no shower, mawit kill. jump in shower.
was not hot. but wasn't cold, either, so...fine.
socks. fuck. that's what the penguin was trying to tell me. dry socks.

I want it all

Some 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, then we'll talk about selling that for $30 bucks."

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!

I want it all.

I want it all.

And I want it now. *screeeeeeelm*

Æ e FÆNMÆ ferdig.

My 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. (sure you can.) Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My Life According to (ARTIST NAME)"

Pick Your Artist: Queen


Are you a male or female? Killer Queen

Describe yourself: I'm Going Slightly Mad

How do you feel: I Want It All

Describe where you currently live: Seven Seas of Rhye

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Bohemian Rhapsody

Your best friend is: Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

Your favorite color is: Flash

What's the weather like? Who Wants To Live Forever

Favorite time of day: Surf's Up...School's Out!

If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: Princes of the Universe

What is life to you: Bicycle Race

Your current relationship: Innuendo

Your fear: Death on Two Legs

What is the best advice you have to give: Somebody to Love

If you could change your name, you would change it to: Delilah

Thought for the Day: One Vision

How I would like to die: Fat Bottomed Girls

My soul's present condition: Radio Ga Ga

My motto: Let Me Live

today deserves...

NO one's got enough blood!



...naked.

ok, now I feel better.

ohdeargod.

it's November 22nd.

Ohgod.

T-minus 8 days and counting. EIGHT. ZOMG.

I can get by without sleep, right? all hail 1,3,7-trimethylxanthine! HAIL!

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!

right?

guys?

cinematic nerdity

I 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.

Oh XKCD. love.

nanna-ream-o

nano...sucking...brain..power...

also, why can't I write in my sleep?

and...one of the best episodes of the best shows ever.



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.

teal'c with the thermometer in his mouth? never fails to make me crack my face in half with a grin.

ok. fold clothes. bed.

uh-huh.

you know it's time for bed when this makes you burst out laughing.



thank you, and good night.

NaNoWriMo

*cue pertinent Rimsky-Korsakov song*

too much crap to do today for serious writing BUT my reboot begins.

YES.

Dammit, now I have to start watching Castle.

"didn't you wear that, like, five years ago?" SNORT.

yaarrrrrrn.

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.)

so far not much has happened. although that's mostly to blame the work schedule. but I need to finish:

northern lights scawl*, which at this stage is...yarn. and a pattern. sort of.
Giant Shawl Of Death, currently lurking reproachfully at me, since finishing it implies ripping out...pretty much the entire thing. yeah.
Mystery Afghan Thing, which right now is more like "mystery washcloth thing"
and others, but I'm all ufo-depressed now and anyway, it's time for NCIS.

*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.