badrabbyt

... i had better be awake and thinking about heading to the airport. because... uh. yeah. flying away.

but look! to entertain you, i have found this.

it enabled me to make this.

and this.

you know what sucks? being given a blank slate that makes you so giggly that your own brain goes blank to conserve energy. i sat there for a while, trying to think up goofy things to say on the goddamn hearts.

maybe this should be my sub-header thinger. it really has been two whole damn years. yeah - i was all excited about hitting the two-year mark, and then i kinda forgot about it. whoopsie.

kinda dirty, that one. but i rather like it. and... well, it's true.

thanks for stopping by. bon voyage to me! i'm sure they have innernet in hawaii.

seriously. who got here by googling "chick with the tiny boobie"? and why just the one? i mean... well, now that i think about it, maybe that would be something to see. a girl with just the one tiny boob. would she have another boob that was of average size? or would she be a unaboober?

i mean, you know, just wondering.

and to the weirdo that got here with the phrase "dirty sock porn"... uh. yeah, i love making the socks. and yeah - if anyone absolutely needs to get me something cool, buy one of these patterns. i'm in mad like with cookie a. i'm making the monkey socks at this moment (okay, to be technical... at this moment i'm typing. but just before this, and shortly after this, i will be working on the second sock. man, these are badass! after that, i have some geek socks to make. maybe two pairs. we'll see) and i love love love them.

but my socks are not dirty. they are clean, and slightly wholesome.

speaking of socks. i bought more sock yarn, which i totally said already. but man... i kinda like making socks. i can see why people who knit forsake all other projects for the sock. it is a cruel mistress. i have not tossed aside any of my other bitches - like serrano (in sassypants red), mariah (in pepto-pink), and some other stuff i have roaming around my rabbyt hole - but since i seem to not be home a lot, and my socks are the not-at-home projects, ... well.

oh! the other day, mr sparkles was saying that there seems to be a lot of bmw's and lexuses (lexi?) on the road. he told me this while we were on the freeway, and so i said he was wrong, you see far more fords and volvos. so, everytime a ford was spotted, i would shriek and point it out (dude! a ford! they're everywhere!). the point of this is, today when i parked in the school parking lot, the spaces on either side of me were empty. when i got out of class....

yeah. fords. i shrieked, and scared the crap out of a guy walking to his car.

i'm ready for vacation now, please and thank you. thanks for stopping by.

...yeah. so there's that.

i leave for hawaii in a few days here, and let me say something - i'm tired of people telling me "aloha!" i'm serious. i'm actually not even excited to be going. i'm thrilled that i won't have to be at work, and i get to sleep at night. but that's about it. i'm sure i'll have a grand time. but i'm having a hard time working up enthusiasm that everyone else seems to feel on my behalf. folks at work are excited (do they hate me, and they're happy i won't be around for nearly two weeks? or are they just happy for me in general?), and they keep asking me if i'm excited. sure, i am. they keep asking me if i've packed yet. er... no. i have the entire day before we leave to do that. besides, i still have to do laundry before i leave - there's not much of it, but i don't want my closet to smell like fermenting gym clothes, you know? - as well as some cleaning. and changing the litter in the disco death star. because, dudes... i cannot ask mr sparkles to scoop cat poop. i just can't.

i am totally taking my laptop. i don't care if our digs have wi fi or not. i may need something to hit z in the head with.

just saying.

anyway, friday YMCrae and i went to our regular hangout. because we're totally spontaneous like that. mr sparkles attended, and we dragged z along with us. and while she didn't say anything about having a good time, or a not-good time, she did pout because we weren't doing what she wanted to do. i mean, she says we should go to a dance club. i'm not the dance club type, and i doubt YMCrae is, either. although, after she said it and was quickly voted down, mr sparkles leaned over and said, 'someday, me, you and YMCrae should go to the fez on '80s night.' add her oddness about trying to change our plans (again - i mean, she does this a lot. and then wonders why she's not included) to her minor freakout on saturday (we will not be discussing this, but it was just plain stupid) and her continuous hanging up on dude sunday (something about yet another vehicle debacle involving the ex-wife), and i just couldn't care. i hope she calms down in a few days. i will totally have to sedate her for the five hour flight. yeah - sedate with a hammer.

i love her. but jesus. i don't know when she got so wound up. she wasn't always this person.

so! we went to clyde's, and apparently i was a bitch to our waiter. he started taking our order(s), and then he just walked away. so, i'm calling after him what i'd like. because the words are already coming out of my mouth when he rolls. whoopsie. i spent the rest of the evening saying please and thank you like i was at my grandmother's. she will totally whack you with a spoon if you're not polite. and that spoon may not even be clean.

of course i had my camera. and of course there are pictures. and of course - i have quite a few, and they are in that photo album over yonder. but, some highlights.

this is the only photograph of z and i together. i mean, like, in existence. we've been friends for... uh... 6 or 7 years, and this is the first one. ever. and may i say? i don't know what the deal is with my neck. i'm not a linebacker.

since we have a picture of the old ladies together, we have a picture of the young'uns together. i'm sure you can guess which one is the gay man, and which one isn't. if you can't... you need help. and will someone tell YMCrae that her haircut is fabulous? i know it's not what you wanted, but still. you look hot.

i think i said that i took my exam, and i think i did well. i hope to find out for sure monday. but, after my exam, i went to my favorite cafe. the one where they burned my grilled cheese twice that one time. anyway, i walked around the neighborhood for awhile before going to the cafe. and... well, nw portland is a little odd.

ponies are tethered to the pavement. i know this is an art project, but it still looks weird to me. and people looked at me weirdly when i crouched on the sidewalk to take this. it kind of looks like the brown one is gettin' a little love from the other one.

in someone's front yard. i guess, instead of gnomes or somesuch, these folks went with the piggy strumpet. she was behind an iron fence, but she was visible from across the street.

and this guy was not too far away from her, in the same yard. do you think she's gonna get arrested for whoring? or maybe the sherrif there has some kind of deal worked out with miss strumpet? just wondering.

i did figure out the zoom function. and to prove it (cecil thinks i'm just saying it to shut him up), you have to look at these.

this is a building near the temple up in nw portland. see the white thinger, up near the roof? in that little blackish half-circle?

it's a white stag. sorry about the blur. apparently, i have the shakes. just one more thing to look forward to as i age. but dude - that's some zoom.

some of you may have noticed that i finally changed my author photo up there. i finally became photogenic! no, i just don't usually like the way i look in pictures. so, it's difficult. i'm difficult. but you probably knew that. but look what else!

i have found the ruby slippers! they were at the goodwill! there's no place like home. you know i tried it. and i'm pretty sure you know it didn't work. bastards.

and i finished my sock. one down, one to go. i have a plane ride ahead of me, and i'm pretty sure i will be talked to during said plane ride. taking the sock, hoping it makes it past security. and... i may have bought more sock yarn. you know, for my trip. really, now - what the hell do i think i'm going to be doing? i'm bringing my textbooks, and sock yarn. so i'm not bored. in hawaii.

why yes - i have been told i'm a dork. a geeky dork nerd. i'm okay with that status.

i was thinking recently. if i were to ever use the online to date? and i have to slap up one of those profile whatsits? this would be my photo.

i look so very hot. and it showcases my mutant tongue! thanks for stopping by.

the thing is - those titles? i've been doing this for over two years at this point, and... sometimes i have a hard time making them relevant to whatever it is i'm going to say. so, today, i took the title from a text message. moi called me a scruff whore. and it appears to be true.

first, i think i found a function that puts captions on my pictures:

you probably can't read that, since everything here is shrunken, like voodoo heads. but, i believe you can click on the photo to make it bigger and stuff. and, of course, you can go to the photo album over yonder; maybe you can read it there. anyway, that's capt clydesdale and i saturday night. we kept trying to do the self portrail thinger. this wasn't the good one, but i like it quite a bit.

this one is much better. and yes, his face totally stuck that way during the flash. just like mom said it would. and... i'm usually on the left side of people. why is that? i even sleep on the left side of the bed. huh - that's creepy.

anyway.

so, i just took another exam. and i think i did okay. but that's what i thought last time, so maybe i screwed up big time. i hope to find out before i leave on my trip next week.

yes... hawaii... next week... still haven't found an under-dress apparatus to wear to the wedding. i have this, uh, sheer-ish black and red dress. and i'd rather not have everyone know all my undie bidness. so, i've been looking for something to wear underneath it that will not increase my chances for heat stroke. and... well, i've got zilch. i also need a red slip, to wear under a different skirt thingy. and no one flippin' carries red slips. i even went to a few lingerie stores. lots of hoochie gear, but nothing i could use.

jesus, it's hard to be me.

back to saturday. like i said a few days back, we saw casey neill and the norway rats. i am completely hooked on the cd i bought at the show. now, capt clydesdale said it's kinda alt-country, and while that certainly describes it, it doesn't do it justice. and it's not even that i dislike country. i mean, i do. i really hate country music. and before cecil brings this up - johnny cash is not country. he's early punk, as far as i'm concerned. but i digress. the music was great. he - casey neill - is always great. i think this is the third time i've seen him, and i adore his vocal cords.

i think i mentioned that i took pictures, but didn't discover the zoom until the next day? yeah. remember to clicky. i think it's a rather good photo.

why yes, we were in the balcony! how did you guess? good good music. i can't stress that enough. support your indies. buy his music. make your ears happy.

there. i'm done. i hope he loves me now.

so... i knit. you know that. and i 've been knitting this sock. it's so purty. the yarn is purty, the pattern is purty. and it's going so very fast! this is where i was last week:

a bit of sock cuff porn for you's. this is where it's at right now:

past the heel and headed toward the toes. which will be rounded, i tell you what. y'all have no idea how happy this makes me. this is really all i've been knitting on. since i studied my ass off (no, really. my pants are hanging off my rump like i had a bowel accident), i've not been reading anything other than my textbook. and lab manual. and anatomy atlas. where's there's a dissected penis. that's not a joke, by the way.

oh! i have this english rose plant, that capt clydesdale sent me for valentine's day? all the flowers fell off after a few days, and it looked like it was actively dying. but right now?

live roses, y'all! this was the first one (pay that dead flower in the back absolutely no mind), and now there's another. i have since pruned the ugly and dead bits. i'm growing a lot of foilage so far. but no more buds at the moment. i hope it doesn't die while i'm gone.

wow, that's strong coffee. i'm zipping along here like i have ADD.

hm. well, as long as i'm jumping about... i went to an assload of thrif stores, looking for a few things. i love thrift stores. i won't buy used underwear, but pretty much anything else. and... i saw this.

i don't know if they were a set or anything, but they sure do go together. you know that dude is practicing his scales, and she's all, christ. i need more wine. i just thought it was funny.

i was also going to make fun of their lingerie department, but the pictures made me sad. used lingerie? ugh. i had to delete them.

now, i need to go pick up a bookshelf i saw sitting on the sidewalk on the way over here. but, i have two more pictures to share.

get your pussy to go!

and, dude... those sunglasses on my head? they stayed there until seven the next morning. becase i'm so cool, i'm retarded. um, do i look mannish? is it just my perception?

LATER: bookshelf was gone. it makes me so very sad. it was cute. but, i really don't have room for it. not in my little rabbyt hole. ah... someday, i will have a hutch of my own. someday.

thanks for stopping by.

quickie. i love that word.

anyway, i haven't forgotten my passwords or anything. i have an exam wednesday, and since i did the written equivalent of snorting wasabi on the last exam (you know, like in the jackass movie. the point is, it was gross and steve-o puked. that's kinda what i did. in a way), i've been studying and fretting about the exam. and finals, which happen shortly after my trip to hawaii. but anyway - post tomorrow. with pictures, even!

which brings me to my question. do you think it's weird that i want to take my laptop? i have no idea as to innernet hookup at where we're staying, but i do want to take my music and shiny bits along with me. the aged lush thinks it's weird. so, laptop (i.e., carmen), maybe. textbooks and notes on lectures i'll be missing, hell yeah.

dissection cat? er, no. not in my carry-on, anyway.

please wish me luck, do the happy dance, cast a spell, say a prayer, get your voodoo going. i think it'll be okay, but i'll take any help y'all can give me.

kiss kiss. thanks for stopping by. your hair looks great that way.

uh, yeah. that pretty much says it all.

i have pictures! most are in the camera! and the ones i downloaded need to be tweaked! and carmen is at home! dork.

carmen is my laptop! dork.

i actually have a picture of my cat in a plastic bag! dork.

seriously, it was really funny. i mean, at the time. and, i was sleep deprived and really pissed that the bowling shoes i saw were a full size too big, the baby blue cowboy boots were too small, and that perfect-for-the-goddamn-wedding dress did not like my hips one bit. i, uh, went thrift-store shopping.

not that i would actually wear baby blue cowboy boots. well... maybe i would. we'll never know, will we?

oh, and i almost bought a lite brite. do you remember those? i woulda bought it, except i have no place to put it. dork.

i did some stalking, which doesn't make me a dork per se. but i did have to wait a good five minutes prior to talking to the crush, so my hands would stop shaking. and, i did use the phrase, "looks like you've got boogers." well, he had the sniffles. dork dork dork.

apropos of nothing, i actually admitted to moi that i was having sex with a guy once upon a time, and he fell asleep underneath me. well, he passed out, really. from the drinking. yeah, i was having sex with a drunk! and now the whole innernet knows about it! wow, you're a dork.

but that's okay. because only seven people read this. and they all know i'm not to be trusted when it comes to picking partners and dating guys. as i've said before, my picker's plum busted.

uh... oh! capt clydesdale and i went and saw casey neill and his norway rats (which is a backup band - he's not some weirdo that tours with fighting rats or anything) (i mean, i don't think he tours with a bunch of rats. i'm not really sure), and i took pictures from the balcony.. and they're kinda tiny. i didn't discover the zoom feature on my camera until sunday, which would be the day after seeing the band. you're totally a dork. haven't you read the instruction manual for your camera?

that'd be no. i've just been pressing buttons.

since i'm such the uber-dork, i've been pondering a blog move. see, i pay the french x sheckles to maintain my bloggy bits over here. and that's all fine and good - it's a big ole web hosting service, as far as i'm concerned. but, i figured out earlier this evening, for about the same price i can have a real web host (jesus, i sound like pinnochio - a real boy!). one that's in this coutry, even. not a big deal, really - i rather like the french web hosting. getting help from the help desk never happens, because i'm never really sure what the hell they're talking about. but, at this other place? i could have my own domain (which y'all know would be badrabbyt.com, because that's totally available) (please don't anyone take it and make it into a porn site out of spite. thank you). which is no big deal, but it kinda is. and the fact that having my own domain thinger is, like, the online version of moving out of your parents' basement? it makes me a dork. dork of one of the highest orders. possibly makes me queen of the dorks.

and that's about all i got for you's at the moment.

but thanks for stopping by.

so, now that i've dropped the trifecta of butt on y'all, i have a new one to add: i got a horrific grade on my lecture exam. and by horrific, i mean, less than passing. yeah. and i have another test next week. on the kidneys. did i mention that our instructor, when he's not instructing us, is a kidney research specialist? yeah.

it's gonna suck, i tell you. but still, i feel like i could maybe pull a decent grade. you know, out of my ass or something.

so! instead of dwelling on the crud in the botton of the coffee cup that is my life, i will instead talk about the music i bought today to console myself on my... well, bad luck and unfortunate studying skills. oh, and i'll be talking about a few books i've read recently. you know, when i probably should have been studying.

(mutters to self about not having studied more and all that)

now, i haven't listened to all of these, so i don't have a complete review. but, it's what i recently accquired.

i don't know how void your soul has to be before you hate the temptations. does that make sense? i don't know that i mentioned this, but when i went to visit my parents, we watched a few movies (they have the netflix, because they live next to the middle of nowhere). we saw man of the year, which is a pretty good movie - i'd vote for robin williams for president, anyway. and we saw the temptations, which was totally fascinating. it started in high school, and went all the way to, uh, whenever that one guy died. the guy that sang bass. sorry, but his name escapes me. oh! melvin franklin. i think. anyway, it was a great movie that i had never heard of. and, like i said, fascinating. go see it, or rather, go rent it. the music's great, too.

i, uh.... okay. i own show your bones, which is the most recent yeah yeah yeahs album (it's the one they play on the radio. sometimes). and i was told that this one was also pretty good. i have no idea, because i haven't listened to it just yet. show your bones gets old after playing it a bunch of times, so i'm going to try not to do that with this one. but who knows? it may suck. that's why i bought it for the great price of $6. i love the used cd store.

i'm not even going to explain this. but man... how did i get this far in life without owning any parliament? i mean, really. i bought a greatest hits, and this one. that cover cracks me up. it's not like i've never heard these songs before. i just don't have a cd or anything. that's all i mean. yeah, it's a trinket. but hey - it's a funky trinket.

oh, i almost bought a copy of james brown's hell album, but it wasn't used. i have... uh... rules about these kinds of things.

so! i own a tape of the the, i think. which means it's in a box in the garage. and i picked this one up because i'd never seen it before. it wasn't until i got to work tonight that i noticed it's a the the tribute album to the work of hank williams, sr. i haven't heard this one yet, either. but... well, it promises to be interesting. more news as events develop, and all that.

finally (yeah, there's five pictures and six cd's - i told y'all i bought two parliament discs), we have this. which made the guy at the music shop pause. i mean, i'm buying all this other music that kind of clicks together. sorta. shush. and then he sees carole king's tapestry. not the coolest album, i grant you. but, my mom owned it when i was a wee bunny, and i have memories of her singing along to it, and picking me up and dancing to it. since those are the only memories i have of my mom actually touching me (another intimacy issue, anyone?), i think of them fondly. and it's kind of an emotion i'm buying with this one. yeah, there's all that liberated-women stuff that goes along with the lyrics, and i'm happy to agree with that. but i didn't buy it because of that. i bought it because i can still hear my mom singing, off-key and badly, to "i feel the earth move".

oh, and if you've got a few hours to spare? try pandora. seriously, only click that when you have the speakers on, and at least two hours available. it's a music thing. you give them one band. say, uh, the pogues. they do that thing - if you love the pogues, you'll totally rock out to blah blah blah. it's addictive. i saw this thing on current tv about pandora forever ago. and i keep forgetting to talk about it here. man, it's totally crack. no lie. a few hours, easy.

now, books.

okay, the dude won the nobel prize for this book. i know he's writing in portugese and all, but could he maybe learn some sentense structure? those run-ons, while they probably add to the fluidity of the story for some, left me with a headache. i woulda finished it a week sooner if he had employed some periods. and i get the fable aspect, and the parable factors. but.... well. i'll totally read his other books, but i'm not sure that i'd recommend this one. sorry, but it's true.

this made me hungry. seriously. this writer takes time off from being a writer to work in a kitchen under mario batali. he's talking about all this great italian food, and how it's made. he even goes to this little town where mario learned pasta to... uh... learn pasta. i liked it, but i like all of that one guy anthony bourdain's books, too. just don't read this if you're on a diet.

and i read this one a while ago, but i still liked it. she wrote this other book, that was meant to empower women. and it left me wanting to puke. but anyway, this one's about her childhood. and she's a good writer. and, if you read it on public transport, people are going to look at you funny because you're laughing out loud. and you can totally guess where i took that picture from, eh?

okay, that's enough of that. go read something, and go listen to something. or someone. thanks for stopping by.

well. i had kinda teased about the DIY attitude, which we have been chatting about in the comments (there's really a story behind it all, i swear to you). but i've been sideswiped by a few things. a trifecta of crappe, if you will. so, my funny story about how i can make almost anything from anything will have to wait. instead, today we'll be discussing mild doom and gloom. there's some hokey saying about bumps in the road of life, but i don't remember how exactly it goes. and these really aren't bumps. they're small, so i'm calling them lumps. lumps of crap in my road. two of which i have discussed with two people, but the third one? haven't told a living soul.

#1 - my job may be going away. tuesday morning, we had this big uppity meeting where our head honcho announced our department will be cutting six positions. i have no idea where i stand with this. in terms of my current job, i may get laid off. i don't have as much seniority as some, but more than others. i'm cross-trained in a lot of stuff. i'm a whatchamacallit - a valuable employee and stuff. but still. the bright side is, i have all this training, not to mention a few licenses and certificates. so i can transfer elsewhere in the hospital with no problem. i'm not worried. but it makes me uncomfortable to not know. i wish they'd just tell me, like, now. yeah, now is good.

#2 - z hopped off her wagon. saturday night, z had a beer with a friend of hers. a friend she met through addiction recovery. when i first met her, her issues were part of her personality. now, she tells me she doesn't have a problem, she's normal. which i countered, because i'm a jerk. i reminded her that addicts are always addicts, and she asked who told me that, and i said she did. well, it's true. she said her problem wasn't alcohol, it was drugs. and she wanted to have a beer to celebrate (her lawyer sent her a copy of all the charges against her ex-husband. there's over 100, and him going to jail means she gets full custody. which she's been trying to do since i've known her), and drinking isn't illegal. i said, fine, however you want to justify it. really now - she defines herself by her triumph over these addictions she's had. and then she tries to tell me she's 'fixed' or whatever. i'm sorry, but i've dealt with addicts most of my life. she's still my friend and i still love her, but i disagree with her actions. and i told her i'm never taking her to another bar. ever again.

#3 i found a lump. it's not new, but it's scary. i have these little lumps on my body. one doctor told me they were nothing to be worried about. i started out with two - one on my back, and one on my right hip. in the shower at the gym tuesday morning, i found one on the right side of my ribcage, and another one near my right hip. and, because i'm a weirdo, i know the hip bump pretty well. when i lay in bed and read, i will sometimes press on this bump. it's been there forever. it's not attached to the bone, exactly, and it moves around pretty easily. i guess it's kinda like messing with your hair when you're distracted, or something. anyway, this one near my hip was not the same lumpy bump. so, i felt for the the hip lump. and it's bigger. wider and longer. which means i now have something to be nervous about. in general, in medicine we don't worry about weird lumps and bumps. we get concerned when they get bigger. and, well... i see a doctor visit in my future. and maybe a biopsy.

anyway. hope you're all doing well. thanks for stopping by.

okay, so the saturday post did not happen. i suck, and we all know i'm going to hell. but, i did press an assload of buttons on my new camera, and i have some exciting stuff to show you. 

but first, how awesome is this?

i ask you. thanks to chezburger for scouring the internets and tagging bizarre animal pictures. good times.

so, as per usual, friday night was YMCrae and i's night to go to clyde's (which is verra close to being our own personal cheers), and make fun of people. now, i did take my camera, which cements my reign of dorkitude. yes, that's a word. but i did not take pictures of the... uh... elderly group love thing happening at the next table. YMCrae said we ought to leave before i was roped into their polyamorous freak-out. i don't know why this is, but threesomes at bars make me uncomfortable. i don't mean, like, three people in a group, just kickin' it. i mean a threesome that is clearly on intimate terms with one another's undies. this one made my skin crawl largely because of the guy. i shouldn't say they were elderly, because he was probably in his 50s or 60s. but he had creepy hair, and he wore a leather vest. it's my personal opinion that non-motorcycle drivers should not wear leather vests past the age of 45.

anyway. more folks kept coming over to sit at this table, and one of them tried to put her ashtray down in front of me. at our table. and i don't smoke. i glared, and i might have kicked her, accidentally on purpose, then she removed her ashtray.

asshat. we left shortly thereafter. but not before i tested out my shiny toy in less-than-optimal lighting.

er, the back of the keyboard guy in the band. i'm not sure if you can see her real well, but on the left side of the picture, there's a lady wearing white pants and a yellow-ish top. it was a zip-up jackt sort of thing, and it had zip-up pockets. when she got up to dance, the zippers were right where her nipples would probably be, and it gave the impression of her wearing pasties. it was not all that sexy.

i've been calling this 'sassypants'. earlier friday, i got a packaged addressed to 'sassypants', from moi. it was a fabulous cd, which makes me love her all the more. but it cracked me up. z dog thought it was my middle name. i told him it could be his new name. i'd like to see him insist on that in school. anyway... YMCrae in her glasses (which i love; the glasses make her even hotter), and me. in my mini-ish skirt. sassypants sans pants, if you will.

so, after the polyamorous group started to metastize, we relocated to biddy mcgraw's. i made YMCrae have a glass of wine, and it was not the best. she actually said it tasted like menstrual urine. uh... it wasn't that bad. and i took another picture.

yes, i will master the damn camera. there really is a band at the far end of that vortex. eh. i do love, however, that the camera does this weird red-light action before it snaps the picture. like i've got a laser sight or somesuch. and the camera has no name just yet. but it's coming.

and lookee here!

finished the damn wool socks that were meant to be a christmas present. i designed them more or less on my own. and they almost match.

they are quite warm, and less itchy now that they've been through the wash. hope they keep a certain someone's tootsies warm in the winter. now that it's nearing summer. not that the weather is any indication. friday afternoon, it was haining at my house. it's flipping may, people.

now that these are done, i can play with my pretty purple yarn... making another pair of socks. they're my portable project. and everything else on the needles is in a non-portable state.

finally, it's lunchtime. or that's what my stomach's telling me. so, i leave you with this:

she really dislikes the flash. i mean, she despises it with a hate more powerful than sunshine.

thanks for stopping by.

i'm pretty sure there will be an honest-to-goodness post saturday. but for now... i really want this. and i'm not quite sure why.

oh! and my digital camera came in the mail thursday. i put it back in the box, for fear the digital dinosaur would creep out from atop that plastic storager whatsit in the closet, and mangle the new kid's memory. carmen would be useless in this battle.

yeah, i name my electronics. i'm sure this means something horrible about my psyche.

so, thanks for stopping by. perhaps a real post when i'm done pressing all the camera buttons.

oooo! pictures that don't suck!

woot!