badrabbyt

seriously. i saw two random bastards that, when i'm in charge of the world, will have their driving licenses yanked and twenty papercuts apiece bestowed. on the webby bit of the hand, and the sides of the index finger, because that's where they really hurt.

the first one was on the damn freeway. i'm not sure if it makes her better or worser than the numbnuts i saw on a city street, but hey. oh, and i didn't have my camera, or i totally woulda taken pictures. or at least published their license plate numbers.

anyway, on the freeway. i'm driving on a bit of road where there are three lanes, and i'm in the center lane. in the fast lane, about two or three car lengths ahead of me, a white sedan bumped into the center divider, which is straight up cement right there. no sparks or anything, and the car keeps going. it slows down a bit, then speeds up. i'm alongside it long enough to notice the driver is either a woman or a dude wearing a crazy curly black wig (cecil, was that you?). she speeds up again, until she's practically in some guy's trunk, then slows down so fast the SUV behind her nearly hits her. this crazy behavior, along with quite a bit of weaving, makes me speed up and change lanes. the SUV was an unmarked police car, which was kinda nice. for once, the po-po are exactly where they should be. crazy lady is now behind me, and the cop lights up like a carnival. we're all in the fast lane, and in trying to get to the right shoulder, she nearly clips an 18-wheeler. oh, and the cop's lights were going for a full minute before she turned on her blinker. i never did see them actually reach the side of the road.

the other instance - i was walking in my neighborhood. and i was knitting a sock, but that's just how crazy rolls around here. anyway, there's this stop sign. it's been there forever. and this old guy runs right through it, stopping instead in front of driveway someone is trying to back out of. i actually yell something un-ladylike (shocking, eh?), and the guy turns to me with an annoyed look on his face. i point to the stop sign, then give him the finger. he speeds away. i should note three things about this stop sign. #1 - it's there because of a crosswalk, which is connected to a neighborhood park. #2 - at any given time, there are an ass-ton of little kids running about, because of the park. and because i live in a town where people drop litters of children like their tubes are going to dry up. #3- the park and crosswalk are connected to a school. actually, a grade school and a middle school. seriously. mass amounts of kids, and this bastard's running the stop sign.

so, uh... i have no point. just drive careful-like. and walk careful-like. and, a thousand papercuts to the next guy that races down my dead-end street.

thanks for stopping by.

... and so, i will be brief. ish. you know.

so, i have pictures, and you will get to see them tuesday-ish. because the next four tuesdays are for spinning (anyone that reads the yarn harlot - link over yonder; i'm just too lazy - will think that charming), i will have a random hour or so where i will have... erm, time to futz with pictures and posts. and so i shall. futz.

yes, yarn spinning class starts in a brief amount of days, so i'm happy. in a handful of hours, they - it's always they, isn't it? - start accepting applications for my school thingy. my application is in my bag, and it's pratically vibrating to go to the administrators. yes, really. vibrating. it's not my phone. anyway... i have a small amount of joy knowing that mine may possibly be the first application they get. since i'm dropping it off in person, at a freakishly early hour.

at the end of the month, i go visit moi. because i really want to. so, that't a trifecta of happy. and i refuse to be annoyed by the fact that, as soon as i bought my ticket, stevie freakin' wonder decides to start touring again, and do a show mere blocks from my house. while i'm gone. that blind bastard.

oooo... i just checked, and i got my dates all screwed up. i will totally be here for the stevie. wow. the mind boggles. he's not a bastard at all.

and... uh... oh. soup. thanks for stopping by.

so, no real post today. largely because i'm a bit vexed, and i don't really wanna talk about it right now. i hope this is all for naught, and i had nothing to be pissy about. but... well, let's just leave it there. we'll talk about this friday. i'll know more then.

and... uh... okay. have you ever had a headache that just doesn't know when it's overstayed its welcome? not that headaches are ever welcome. but... you take your anti-headache crap - whatever particular pills or potions you swear by in these events - and you go to bed, say. only to be awoken about four hours later, say, by some 11-year-old hollering down the hall. from right in front of your bedroom door. you know, just saying. so, you get up. and apparently, you look grumpy. the mother of this child decides to take it and two more just like it, say, to the river. you eat a sandwich and watch miss potter, which is actually a great movie. then, say you go back to bed after taking more of the anti-headache crap. only to have the hollering repeat when the brood returns. has that ever happened to you? man, it's been the same headache all freaking day. then, when i get to work, and the headache is packing its bags? fire alarm. complete with epilepsy-inducing flashing lights and screechy siren.

yup. not a happy camper. but thanks for stopping by.

i feel ill. i'm not sure why. but seriously... i didn't get much sleep today, and i spent an obscene amount of time sewing the serrano cardigan together. as i type this, it's sitting in its final soak, before its final block.

sewing can suck my left one on this. it made me want to kick a baby. okay, not physically kick a baby, but i thought about it, and that's kinda angry.

so, i have very little to tell. but a few things to show.

serrano, pre-soak. it really is lovely. and it looks more complicated than it is. except for the sewing.

a closeup of the lacy goodness. dude, seriously... it was fun to knit. oh, and bits of my fingers.

bubbles inside a club thursday night. they look sort of freakish.

musicians on a stage thursday night. again, a bit blurry. i must have been atwitter or something.

best sign ever. i'm not really sure why.

special yarn for the special aged lush.

the place that will teach me how to make yarn. maybe this is why i was atwitter last week.

just a joyful rock.

the hair color has mutated from red to brownish. brown with medium rare highlights or something. and... oh, great. you can see that giant zit on my chin. lovely.

she is not amused. thanks for stopping by. 

you knew this, didn't you?:

well, we all sort of saw this coming:

You Should Rule Mars

Mars is a planet that shines brightly and loops wildly around the solar system. You are perfect to rule Mars, because you are both energetic and independent. Like Mars, you seems attractive and bright to others - but you're difficult to pin down. You are a great thinker, but you only think in the present and ignore the future. Full of enthusiasm and inspiration, you are into your own thing... and rather insensitive to others.

what?:

You Are Cherry Pie

You're the perfect combo of innocent and sexy Those who like you enjoy a contradiction

and just in case there were questions:

You Are 28% Sociopath

From time to time, you may be a bit troubled and a bit too charming for your own good. It's likely that you're not a sociopath... just quite smart and a bit out of the mainstream!

so, yeah. yesterday, when i said my head hurt so i was doing the laziest post possible? i shoulda known. it was the siren song of the frankentooth.

and by the way, before i get into that, thank you raven! she's a fabulous woman blogger, and she's nominated me for an award. she's an amazing human being.

now, the frankentooth. monday morning, i get home and get in bed. i'm sitting there, reading and eating a muffin. to be exact, one of these amazing carrot cake muffins. and i hear/ feel a crunch. i keep chewing, thinking i hit a nut or something. that's one thing i dislike about some carrot cakes. don't go screwing about, and adding things like nuts and coconut. keep the raisins and carrot shreds, and that awesome cream cheese icing. but i strongly disapprove of nuts in carrot cake. anyway, i finish my muffin - that had no other nuts besides the one, mind you - and keep reading my magazine. i get up to brush my teeth and take drugs, and while in the bathroom, i notice my temporary cap - aka the frankentooth - looks weird. like, some of it's missing. like, about half of it. missing. i fiddle with the remaining half, and it slides around and threatens to come out.

argh. that wasn't a nut. i bit into my own fake crown.

i call the dentist, and insist on a appointment the same day. they give me one, about 20 miles away from my house, at one in the afternoon. with my schedule, that's the middle of the night. whatever.

when i get to the emergency dentist (i find out later that that's all this one clinic does, is urgent care dental stuff), i'm in the waiting room, and i keep tonguing the rough edge of my crown. because i can't not mess with it. and then... the last bit of crown comes off. i spit it out into my hand, in the waiting room. it looks so sad. i took a picture, then put it in my purse. what the hell else was i suppsed to do with it?

i meet the doppleganger of the retarded dental assistant that put my temporary crown in. she's quick, and smart, and nice. i don't have to get shots. yay! i tell her about the original, and how it had this big hole in it, and how we - cecil and i - though the hole was supposed to be there. she says, no, your dental assistant broke it putting it in, then just left it in. it was bound to break before the permanent one went in. this new one, she says, will hurt when you chew. it's smaller so there's less pressure on it. but it should last until your next appointment. fabulous. that's all i wanted. although, i did have to laugh at her when she asked where my crown was, and i said half of it was in my purse. she just gave me this look.

i really do have real stuff to say, that does not involve my tooth. like, the blues festival i went to, the transformers movie i saw, the new friend i maybe have made. and pictures! but really, i'm lucky i'm wearing underpants today. when i got home from the dentist, it was early-to-mid afternoon. i took some tylenol with the knock-you-on-your-ass sleeping aid, and fell into bed. waking up just in time to shower and go to work.

so, thanks for stopping by. again, beware the renegade nut. unless it's really part of your dental work.

so, today is independence day where i live. you know, when we celebrate the birth of a nation stolen from its original inhabitants by blowing a bunch of stuff up.

so, happy light-stuff-on-fire day.

and, just for fun...

nobody puts bunny in the corner. 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.

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.

that's what i'm-a doin'. i've spent my lunch break listening to the midwife talk about funeral issues. her mom died last week, and there's no end of travesties to be had. so, in trying to be a nice person and make the flames of hell slightly less, uh, burn-y, i've been listening. and listening. and... well, she talks a lot.

and, i've eaten more in the last 24 hours than i have since monday. does that make sense? jesus, my tummy hurts.

but, remind me to tell you about my horrific DIY attitude. because... dudes, i may have crossed a line. with the crafting.

and thanks for playing. and stopping by.