And this post, about… well, just read it and you’ll see what it’s about… just makes me love her more.
Her and her duck.
Every day I learn something about myself.
I now know that I can not count. Which might explain the financial issues, now that I think of it…
Case in point: Knitting baby booties requires counting stitches. For these booties, it requires counting up to as high as 46.
Apparently I cannot do this reliably.
Ribbit ribbit! Lots of frogging. Poor yarn.
But the first bootie is finished except for the back seam.
I promise to post the link to the actual pattern, and the name of the yarn, and everything, later. I’m using size 3 circular bamboo needles.
For this pattern, one knits flat:
See that lovely striping? See the lovely line of shaping?
Then one gathers the stitches at the toe, and seams up the front and back:
Oh the cuteness!
I have been carrying this bootie around with me and whipping it out to show people at random times. That’s right:
I’m a bootie flasher.
There probably is no cure, but with help I can still be a contributing member of society.
Okay, y’all have to check out Les Chats Ninjas (Ninja Cats). Too funny!
And anyway, I am totally adding The Blogess to our blog roll. Because wine. And tons of funny stuff. Holy Taxidermy, Batman! Also, her shop rocks. How did she know I heart zombies? And the Sith Master needs one of these. And I need this on a coffee cup. Or a wine glass… And OMG, check this one out. Is that one only funny if you’re from Texas? Nope, didn’t think so.
The Sith Master and I saw Man of Steel on the Saturday of the weekend it came out. We liked it a lot. Great cast, interesting storyline, lots of action. Scenes with the new Superman with his shirt off. I don’t care what my roommate says, I can enjoy looking at Henry Cavill if I want to.
And I do want to.
Favorite quote from the movie:
Lois Lane: They say it’s all downhill after the first kiss.
Clark Kent/Superman: Only if you’re kissing a human.
That’s what he said.
But I digress…
Last weekend the Sith Master and I went to see World War Z. Of course we did.
Fast-paced action sequences, thought-provoking ideas, zombies that were different from normal (if there is a “normal zombie” – a contradiction in terms – these ain’t them; these zombies are fast and predatory). It’s pretty scary. Not for little kids, or even older kids. Not for adults who can’t handle the scary. It’s not too gory, though.
Yes, the “they’re coming to get you Barbara” zombie scenes are scary. But also, the plot is scary on an intellectual level, in a “is this how governments would react?” way.
And before the movie, I was telling him about people at work leaving food lying around to rot, and I said, “That’s how zombies are made.”
New catchphrase! Yes, another one. No, I don’t think I have too many already. Well, how many is too many?…
Look, go have some sweet tea and stop making me digress...
Power outage? That’s how zombies are made.
Killer stereo? That’s how zombies are made.
Texting while driving? That’s how zombies are made.
Late package delivery? That’s how zombies are made.
Not getting your recommended weekly allowance of weirdness?
That’s how zombies are made.
I predict that this phrase will sweep across the world like, well, like a zombie plague.
But less bitey.
Today’s weirdest spam message included the phrase: beagles that grow aerobically. Do you think they mean like this?
I’m just trying to distract myself.
The move is fast approaching. I did mention that my roomies have sold Chez Disney and bought a house? I thought I did.
The actual move date continues to be fluid, but it could be as early as June 30 and will be no later than July 5.
And that means that I’ve got one full weekend left, and possibly two, to get everything ready to go to the new, larger place – Chez Disney 2.
And that means that I’ve got to spend the weekend packing.
Send chocolate and zombie movies.