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I am not a big rap fan, but this link is interesting as it shows rap in 30 different languages. I think it is not the rap so much that I hate, but rather the background music. Some of this is quite catchy.

As is this great band, Movitz. Swedish rap swing. Listen.


I think this had become viral, what with 15 million views, but just in case you missed it, The Coolest Wedding Processional Ever.






I love the innerwebs. Keyboard Cat and the Three Wolf Moon T shirt.





Zit squeezers of the world unite.



Egg information from a great website.



Worst Carpool Ever.



Our ancestors, as children.Progressive politics are not a bad thing

Do Not Use In Water.

I was sleepy all morning. The roosters woke me at 4:30, and even though I inserted the earplugs as usual, my brain was alert and racing, and so, I got up.

Around noon, I fell onto the couch and was asleep almost immediately for three hours. To dream about being so very sleepy and falling asleep in different places and occasions. Doctor's offices. Driving. Other people's living rooms.

I just now woke up and brewed myself a cup of coffee. Must. Stay. Awake.

Extra Strength

So.

My hand is back to normal, but I am still careful for it. What a bizarre injury that was.

I have actually been working in the studio. I knoooow! The first day at the drum carder, after taking a break, is always hell on my legs, because of shin splints from back in the costume-house days, where I spent hours standing on concrete floors. After the first day, it becomes bearable. I keep meaning to bring in a stool from the barn. Dang it.

I also completed the pattern for Fuzzarelly's Cloche Hat, with 2 variations. I seem to be getting better at this pattern thing. Also the NeoOffice thing, which is the word processing application I use.

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Our cash is so low that I have been buying groceries and gas with the credit card. I was ready to start paying the utilities with it, too. But, Halloo and Hallay! Sweetie's 401k money has arrived, much more quickly that I imagined.

I told Sweetie that he still needed to get a job, however.

I am going to offer some few things for sale here or on eBay. Handspun. I'll post about it when I get my crap together.

Oh, and before I forget. This is my new email address: fuzzarelly dot mckellar at gee male dot com.

Now in 30 packs!

I have listened to this song a million times in my life and hope to listen to it a million more.

My ex, the Pyg, in addition to being an asshole, was a guitar-playing, tenor-singing musician. I sat in on countless hours of him rehearsing the song with Ted Thomas, including the discussions of pauses, lyrics, key, etc. I know this song forward and backward.

But I only just learned that Lowell George wrote and performed it.

May the universe accept his energy.

Use within 30 days.

EGGS!

The banty girls gave me 8 eggs in the last week, and today, the eggs got ett. Scrambled them gently in butter. Delicious. And filling!






BUNNY!

This is L'il Bit.



I plan to submit this shot to Disapproving Rabbits.

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I injured my hand last week, trying to remove some fiber from a gear of the supercarder. It wasn't jammed, but it is not wise to let things like this build up. It was my right hand, even, and I am right-handed. I maybe spent fifteen minutes on the task, with tweezers and steel crochet hook, attempting to remove fuzzy bits from an area hard to reach.

It didn't hurt until the next day. But, then the day after after that, it was mostly okay.

Come Tuesday, on my field corn raid, I injured it again, shucking. The bruise, the swelling, and pain was terrible yesterday. It was the fleshy part between the thumb and forefinger. Hurt like hell.

Sweetie had to clip a left hand nail that I broke, because I could not operate nail clippers. Nor could I unscrew bits from the bunnies' water bottles, so he helped me with chores. My hair needed help and it didn't get any. I ended up taking two aspirin and a benadryl, then sleeping with my hand in an elastic wrap for four hours. Woke up feeling better and now today, the next day, while still hurting, I am able to at least "pince" with thumb and forefinger. I am using the other three fingers on the right hand as much as is practicable.

I am finally getting a few ripe tomatoes from the garden, and also stir frying the green ones. Found a wok at a local yard sale last week and, while not a wok guru, I am fer shur enjoying some real wok chi. Love it. So much better than the skillet I used before.

Hope to get back in the studio today, at least by tomorrow, as I have zero product in house at the moment. Oh, wait. Tomorrow is the meeting of the Barefoot Spinners. Well.

This is an ancient book of manners that The Little Grey Bungalow blogged about; it is from the Golden Age of the 1890s. Some parts of it, especially the conversational arts, are still apropos.

Project Gutenburg is a gem of teh innerwebs.

Not rated.

These two videos cracker me up. Sock Zombie and

Sock Zombie II

Also. TWO banty eggs today! That makes five!