Pop cultural fetishes on parade.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Use Eye Protection
I am Mouse's Minion, and I do her bidding.
If you care to, click on the Karut Kake photo below and vote for the picture. If I get enough votes, it may be featured on lolcats homepage.
If you care to, click on the Karut Kake photo below and vote for the picture. If I get enough votes, it may be featured on lolcats homepage.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Made in Indonesia
moar funny pictures
Actually, Mouse came up with the capshun and suggested I send it to lolcatz.
Thank you Mouse!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Cook on Low
Stick a fork in me; I'm done. Done enough, anyway. And now that it is complete, I wonder if I will ever wear it. It's delicate and lightweight and there is no ruffle. What was I thinking??? That's not my style. C'est la vie.
If you come into the house, the new rule is that you must hold a bunny and have your picture taken.
Our kitchen is again awash in baby bunnies, with two more being added today. My only goal is to raise up these guys until they are more able to take care of themselves.
What's for dinner? Roast Rabbits?
Knitting Linguist asked if I had spun the yarn for the blanket. Yes, I did. It's mostly sheep wool, with a smattering of mohair and angora. I used to spin a lot and knit with it and I still have a bunch of odd balls. This project is a good way to use up some of them.
If you come into the house, the new rule is that you must hold a bunny and have your picture taken.
Our kitchen is again awash in baby bunnies, with two more being added today. My only goal is to raise up these guys until they are more able to take care of themselves.
What's for dinner? Roast Rabbits?
Knitting Linguist asked if I had spun the yarn for the blanket. Yes, I did. It's mostly sheep wool, with a smattering of mohair and angora. I used to spin a lot and knit with it and I still have a bunch of odd balls. This project is a good way to use up some of them.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Enjoy Responsibly
Knitting news. This is the plain sock in leftovers. They have gone into The Drawer.
One of the slim features that I have on my body is my ankles and so I have come to prefer plain stockinette leg bits in my socks. Many patterns I see look chunky clunky. Even those great entrelac ones.
I am having a pleasant time working on this afghan made of 95% handspun. Garter stitch is easy and I am enjoying configuring the color blocks. Sweetie will be the beneficiary.
Brokeback Mama and assorted babies. All have been turned loose to roam in the kitchen. I thought the sight of the little wildie on her back was too sweet.
Have lost a couple - one wildie, two sheds, and one of Amy's. A cat killed one while they were outside in the corral and ran off with another. However, the one's left all look strong.
One of the slim features that I have on my body is my ankles and so I have come to prefer plain stockinette leg bits in my socks. Many patterns I see look chunky clunky. Even those great entrelac ones.
I am having a pleasant time working on this afghan made of 95% handspun. Garter stitch is easy and I am enjoying configuring the color blocks. Sweetie will be the beneficiary.
Brokeback Mama and assorted babies. All have been turned loose to roam in the kitchen. I thought the sight of the little wildie on her back was too sweet.
Have lost a couple - one wildie, two sheds, and one of Amy's. A cat killed one while they were outside in the corral and ran off with another. However, the one's left all look strong.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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When I post that I am okay, it is really code for "I am not really all that okay." It is partially the heat and stupi humidity, and partially just me being the psycho child that I am.
I am managing. Pulled out the bin of Handspun from Long Ago and am creating a crazy afghan using garter stitch. Nice and almost mindless knitting. The last pair of socks are done and I still have not blocked the shawl. Am of a mind to skip the state fair hoopla this year. Screw the blue ribbon.
The troubles and woes are about the bunnies. There are joys and happiness, too.
I have been reluctant to post about Amy Winehouse, who died of unknown causes (drug overdose? ha ha boo) just two days after delivering her litter of four. I didn't want her mom, Liz, to think badly of me, but Amy sure was happy outside and stayed close to the backdoor.
All of Crazy Daughter's kits died, but I was able to foster Amy's babies to her and they are doing fine. Here's three of them.
Early Sunday morning, I got a call from our rural letter carrier, saying that she had rescued 3 wild bunnies from a field she had mowed the previous day. Would I? Could I? Yes, bring them over.
And over the last couple of days, two of the neighborhood girls captured and delivered to me 6 baby bunnies from the shed area. No mom in sight. Not a good sign. One died but the rest seem to be fine. Here are three.
Crazy Mama has four healthy and huge youngins that will be three weeks old tomorrow. But she somehow broke her back two days ago and her rear end is now paralyzed. Crapcrapcrapcrap. On a stick.The kits are old enough to eat on their own, so at least that is not a problem. Mama eats and poops and drags herself around using her front paws, and so yesterday I put her and her kits out back in a corral. (Stop reading now if you are squeamish.) This morning, I found her awash in tiny maggots. Thousands of teeny tiny wormies. Doing my best to kill them all. It's like flies know a weak animal when they smell one and home in. I am always amazed at how quickly the fly larvae grow.
I researched mobility options for her online. Little carts are available for $300-400. Nuh uh. Sorry, but that is way out of my league. But I did find other people in the same boat that had made wheel chairs for their pets, so I am trying to come up with some sort of devise for her using Murgie's old harness and a cut down plastic vinegar jug. She appears okay with the contraption so far. Later today, I'll rework the design and put on a couple of wheels and an axle to help support her hind end and to give her greater maneuverability. She'll be a house bunny from now on.
Also, Bad Neighbor Jerry has been on my back again after I chastised his step-grandchild for chasing after the outside buns. The mother told me that she had specifically told her boys to leave them alone. She is fine with what I did, but Evil Neighbor - not so much. It is that kind of crap that makes me crazy.
Other news is that Sweetie's car tried to eat a deer about two weeks ago. Everyone survived, deer included, but when Sweetie ditched in avoidance, he incurred enough damage to his little Berretta to total it. Not that he had insurance to cover such a happenstance, but two different body shops quoted prices that were more than what was paid for the vehicle in the first place. There were 200,000 miles on the '96 car, so Sweetie got more than enough bang for his buck.
Sweetie works second shift and so drives home between midnight and one am, and there have been numerous close encounters with deer and drunks over the years. The drive goes by our county's casino (was Caesars, is now Horseshoe,) and has happened upon more than one head-on collision before the EMTs arrive. So. With that uppermost in our minds, we are about to buy him a Mercedes-Benz, too! A '92 in great condition, with 100,000 miles. 30 mpg, with ac, sunroof, and all the safety features that Mercedes are known for. At $4000, it's a little more than what we wanted to spend, but still an amazing deal. Sweetie spends two hours a day commuting and I personally believe this is a no brainer, even though it is not our nature to be at all extravagant or pretentious.
Here's a shout out to Knitting Linguist, Mouse, and Zippi. I have not responded to your comments, but thank you all for writing. And caring.
I am managing. Pulled out the bin of Handspun from Long Ago and am creating a crazy afghan using garter stitch. Nice and almost mindless knitting. The last pair of socks are done and I still have not blocked the shawl. Am of a mind to skip the state fair hoopla this year. Screw the blue ribbon.
The troubles and woes are about the bunnies. There are joys and happiness, too.
I have been reluctant to post about Amy Winehouse, who died of unknown causes (drug overdose? ha ha boo) just two days after delivering her litter of four. I didn't want her mom, Liz, to think badly of me, but Amy sure was happy outside and stayed close to the backdoor.
All of Crazy Daughter's kits died, but I was able to foster Amy's babies to her and they are doing fine. Here's three of them.
Early Sunday morning, I got a call from our rural letter carrier, saying that she had rescued 3 wild bunnies from a field she had mowed the previous day. Would I? Could I? Yes, bring them over.
And over the last couple of days, two of the neighborhood girls captured and delivered to me 6 baby bunnies from the shed area. No mom in sight. Not a good sign. One died but the rest seem to be fine. Here are three.
Crazy Mama has four healthy and huge youngins that will be three weeks old tomorrow. But she somehow broke her back two days ago and her rear end is now paralyzed. Crapcrapcrapcrap. On a stick.The kits are old enough to eat on their own, so at least that is not a problem. Mama eats and poops and drags herself around using her front paws, and so yesterday I put her and her kits out back in a corral. (Stop reading now if you are squeamish.) This morning, I found her awash in tiny maggots. Thousands of teeny tiny wormies. Doing my best to kill them all. It's like flies know a weak animal when they smell one and home in. I am always amazed at how quickly the fly larvae grow.
I researched mobility options for her online. Little carts are available for $300-400. Nuh uh. Sorry, but that is way out of my league. But I did find other people in the same boat that had made wheel chairs for their pets, so I am trying to come up with some sort of devise for her using Murgie's old harness and a cut down plastic vinegar jug. She appears okay with the contraption so far. Later today, I'll rework the design and put on a couple of wheels and an axle to help support her hind end and to give her greater maneuverability. She'll be a house bunny from now on.
Also, Bad Neighbor Jerry has been on my back again after I chastised his step-grandchild for chasing after the outside buns. The mother told me that she had specifically told her boys to leave them alone. She is fine with what I did, but Evil Neighbor - not so much. It is that kind of crap that makes me crazy.
Other news is that Sweetie's car tried to eat a deer about two weeks ago. Everyone survived, deer included, but when Sweetie ditched in avoidance, he incurred enough damage to his little Berretta to total it. Not that he had insurance to cover such a happenstance, but two different body shops quoted prices that were more than what was paid for the vehicle in the first place. There were 200,000 miles on the '96 car, so Sweetie got more than enough bang for his buck.
Sweetie works second shift and so drives home between midnight and one am, and there have been numerous close encounters with deer and drunks over the years. The drive goes by our county's casino (was Caesars, is now Horseshoe,) and has happened upon more than one head-on collision before the EMTs arrive. So. With that uppermost in our minds, we are about to buy him a Mercedes-Benz, too! A '92 in great condition, with 100,000 miles. 30 mpg, with ac, sunroof, and all the safety features that Mercedes are known for. At $4000, it's a little more than what we wanted to spend, but still an amazing deal. Sweetie spends two hours a day commuting and I personally believe this is a no brainer, even though it is not our nature to be at all extravagant or pretentious.
Here's a shout out to Knitting Linguist, Mouse, and Zippi. I have not responded to your comments, but thank you all for writing. And caring.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
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It has been a good year for me, mostly and so far. I'm healthy and closer to sane than not. My agoraphobia and the hermit tendencies are acting up. I hate to leave home and I don't want to interact with anyone in the flesh. But I am not depressed or wondering why the fuck life is worth living.
I have been reading a variety of Frugal, Cleaning, and Green websites. Because of that, I am on another clutter busting binge. Four trash bags have gone to Goodwill/Salvation Army.* Today, for the first time in at least 3 years, I cleaned the inside of the fridgidaire. It was grimy and icky, and the crisper area was the worst. So I spent an hour cleaning and tossing and now I feel so much better. I think this is all a control issue. I can control the condition of the fridge even if I can't control things in my life or the world.
*Yes, I could try to sell the stuff but I feel better about just giving it all away. And it is easier.
I am also getting that pair of socks done. One afterthought heel to go. Still have not blocked the purple shawl.
Bunny Pictures!
Two Amy babies.
Baby Harriet.
A wonderful thrift store find for Sweetie.
I have been reading a variety of Frugal, Cleaning, and Green websites. Because of that, I am on another clutter busting binge. Four trash bags have gone to Goodwill/Salvation Army.* Today, for the first time in at least 3 years, I cleaned the inside of the fridgidaire. It was grimy and icky, and the crisper area was the worst. So I spent an hour cleaning and tossing and now I feel so much better. I think this is all a control issue. I can control the condition of the fridge even if I can't control things in my life or the world.
*Yes, I could try to sell the stuff but I feel better about just giving it all away. And it is easier.
I am also getting that pair of socks done. One afterthought heel to go. Still have not blocked the purple shawl.
Bunny Pictures!
Two Amy babies.
Baby Harriet.
A wonderful thrift store find for Sweetie.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Sunday, July 06, 2008
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The 4th of July is one more anniversary, of sorts, for Sweetie and me.
Our late dog, Bonnie, was born on that day - or close enough - in 1993. Anyway, we settled on that date, as she was a shelter dog with no pedigree. It's made it easy to keep track of how old she was.
We had her put down two years ago, on 9-11-06, and we bought this as her memorial. It looks quite like her. I planted the lilies for her, too, and they have finally bloomed.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Patent Pending
Yeah, I'm alright. Just not much to say.
It is a beautiful for the first of July. Clean air, a few nice cumulus clouds in the blue sky along with seasonable temps and humidity.
Sweetie and I will celebrate our anniversary this Friday, the 4th - 15 years married and 17 years since we met. I believe that we love and need each other even more now than then and that's a good thing. All together now ----"Awwww!" Best thing is that Sweetie may even have the day off! For the first time in, in, in - in a loooong time.
Bunny Babies. We got 'em. Both Crazy Mama and her Crazy Daughter kindled last Wednesday, and there are five kits between them. (This was a Planned Pregnancy, with Grumpy Daddy as the sire.) Most of Daughter's kits did not survive, in fact, only one remains and his condition is still precarious. :-( Mama's four, on the other hand, are fat little things, doing very well. I'm thinking that Daughter will not be bred again.
Amy presented us with four youngins on Friday. One is black, two look mostly like her, and one is more unusual. He is white with many black markings, including a stripe down his back.
With Good Neighbor Nancy's help, most of the outdoor buns are thriving. Apparently, Jerry the Evil Neighbor "got rid of" Red the Bunny Killer last week, after Red bit Jerry. How? I don't know and I don't want to know. I do know that the yard buns are a lot more at ease now.
On the Knitting Front, the purple cashmere shawl is done but for the blocking. ! Being hexagonal makes the blocking process a tad more complicated. Pictures asap.
It is a beautiful for the first of July. Clean air, a few nice cumulus clouds in the blue sky along with seasonable temps and humidity.
Sweetie and I will celebrate our anniversary this Friday, the 4th - 15 years married and 17 years since we met. I believe that we love and need each other even more now than then and that's a good thing. All together now ----"Awwww!" Best thing is that Sweetie may even have the day off! For the first time in, in, in - in a loooong time.
Bunny Babies. We got 'em. Both Crazy Mama and her Crazy Daughter kindled last Wednesday, and there are five kits between them. (This was a Planned Pregnancy, with Grumpy Daddy as the sire.) Most of Daughter's kits did not survive, in fact, only one remains and his condition is still precarious. :-( Mama's four, on the other hand, are fat little things, doing very well. I'm thinking that Daughter will not be bred again.
Amy presented us with four youngins on Friday. One is black, two look mostly like her, and one is more unusual. He is white with many black markings, including a stripe down his back.
With Good Neighbor Nancy's help, most of the outdoor buns are thriving. Apparently, Jerry the Evil Neighbor "got rid of" Red the Bunny Killer last week, after Red bit Jerry. How? I don't know and I don't want to know. I do know that the yard buns are a lot more at ease now.
On the Knitting Front, the purple cashmere shawl is done but for the blocking. ! Being hexagonal makes the blocking process a tad more complicated. Pictures asap.
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