Ah, Netflix.
I watched Three Days of the Condor, starring Robert Redford and Faye Dunaway this week. I've seen the movie sometime before, a long time ago, and I have even read the spy novel on which it was based, Seven Days of the Condor. I placed the movie in my queue a while back and lo and behold, it came to my mailbox.
Robert Redford looks really good, not that goofy cute of The Sting, but handsome in a regular sort of way. Faye Dunaway does much with a small part and she made me believe in her story. Yes, she sleeps with him. Wouldn't you if it were still 1975? The director keeps it tasteful.
The tale is set in New York City at Christmas, and is complex and thrilling. People get killed but without the Sam Peckinpah abundance of blood and there are no car chases. (Doesn't Peck 'n' Paw sound like a pet store?)
Not really a spoiler but, the kicker is that, in the end, it was all about Middle Eastern OIL!!! I watched it twice to get the things I missed in the first viewing.
Rent it. I think you will like it.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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The 4th annual Southern Indiana FiberArts Festival was a blast! My booth was busy all day and I sold three bunnies in addition to lots o' Bunny & the Beast. Also knitting needles. The weather was beautiful.

I didn't have time (or inclination) to shop, but there were many, many booths not only from our own state, but from Kentucky, Ohio, Michigan and Illinois, too. There was music, workshops, real rest rooms, animals, and all kinds of fibery stuff. A real class affair. Kudos to Victoria! Sweetie and Helena Handbasket were there, too.
It's always hard for me to sell some of my buns, and I was sad to see their empty cages that night, but all three went to great homes.
To compensate for their loss, I am delighted to say that two of the feral angoras have been live trapped and are now exploring inside the house. Here's the first guy.

Notice his "sleepy" eyes - just like Percival, who happens to be his grandfather. The baby has the dark nose of Jackie Brown, his mom. Just caught the other one this afternoon. Same fuzziness, different nose. They are co-habitating with Ramsey's sole surviving kit. Damn, I'm glad I got him inside before the evil cat did.

I didn't have time (or inclination) to shop, but there were many, many booths not only from our own state, but from Kentucky, Ohio, Michigan and Illinois, too. There was music, workshops, real rest rooms, animals, and all kinds of fibery stuff. A real class affair. Kudos to Victoria! Sweetie and Helena Handbasket were there, too.
It's always hard for me to sell some of my buns, and I was sad to see their empty cages that night, but all three went to great homes.
To compensate for their loss, I am delighted to say that two of the feral angoras have been live trapped and are now exploring inside the house. Here's the first guy.

Notice his "sleepy" eyes - just like Percival, who happens to be his grandfather. The baby has the dark nose of Jackie Brown, his mom. Just caught the other one this afternoon. Same fuzziness, different nose. They are co-habitating with Ramsey's sole surviving kit. Damn, I'm glad I got him inside before the evil cat did.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Keep to the Left
Monday, October 13, 2008
Representatives are Available 24 Hours
More from Saturday's parade.
These are miniature donkeys.

I'm not sure what sort of equines these are.

I loved this! The members of the Laconia Senior Class of 1958.

And an aside to Mouse: I did not go to North Georgia with Sweetie. If I had, I would have gleefully brought you a bunny ! You are not that far from Cleveland.
These are miniature donkeys.

I'm not sure what sort of equines these are.

I loved this! The members of the Laconia Senior Class of 1958.

And an aside to Mouse: I did not go to North Georgia with Sweetie. If I had, I would have gleefully brought you a bunny ! You are not that far from Cleveland.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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Friday, October 10, 2008
The Unrated Version
Hello, Chitlin's - I be back and all that.
We never did get to Canada, even though right now seems like the perfect time for a getaway. After Sweetie spent a week at his mother's house in north Georgia, he really just wanted to stay home for the rest of his vacation. Also, the money thing. We don't have much to spare, what with cheese at $6 a pound and all.
I listen to too much news, although I do divert some mental attention to guitar and drum driven rockyroll. (Played loudly. It is a form of therapy and it works!) What the goddam hell is wrong with people? Worldwide financial meltdown, give me a break. McCain and Quaylin - shoot me now. Interesting times. Hard on the psyche.
So.
I have had access to a Patrick Green Supercarder (thanx to Lynne and Amanda) for almost a week and now Fuzzarelly Fibers has achieved a whole new level of wonderfulness. I'm almost embarrassed to claim my older stuff, made on a hand cranked Louet carder. I can take those old batts, run them through the PGS, and they are suddenly made twelve times more beautiful. So, I've done that - mixing things up, added things in, and then ---tada!-- I made them less expensive! Plus, there are other, newer blends available. Better and cheaper! Please buy! Mmmmm ---Bunny and the Beast.


The Southern Indiana FiberArts Festival is next weekend in Corydon, Indiana. There will be 65+ vendors. Admission and parking are free. What better time to cocoon and knit? Or spin. I will be offering my new fibers plus one used Louet carder and a Louet Victoria. I really need to sell the equipment because I want a Supercarder to call my own, even though it costs more than each of our cars.
Bunny news.
The wildie scooted out under the back door to "freedom" three weeks ago and has not been seen since. To take its place is one of Ramsey's kits that I captured. He's a light brown and skittish. Maybe 7 weeks old now. All the others seem to have vanished. Evil kitty.

Good Neighbor Nancy is in sorta custody of three wild angora babies whose captive grand dad was Percival. (Late and lamented. He was taken this summer, in the night by a local dog, from the corral in our front yard.)
Not a lot of good news to report, although it has been swell to have Sweetie home. Well, and the Supercarder.
We never did get to Canada, even though right now seems like the perfect time for a getaway. After Sweetie spent a week at his mother's house in north Georgia, he really just wanted to stay home for the rest of his vacation. Also, the money thing. We don't have much to spare, what with cheese at $6 a pound and all.
I listen to too much news, although I do divert some mental attention to guitar and drum driven rockyroll. (Played loudly. It is a form of therapy and it works!) What the goddam hell is wrong with people? Worldwide financial meltdown, give me a break. McCain and Quaylin - shoot me now. Interesting times. Hard on the psyche.
So.
I have had access to a Patrick Green Supercarder (thanx to Lynne and Amanda) for almost a week and now Fuzzarelly Fibers has achieved a whole new level of wonderfulness. I'm almost embarrassed to claim my older stuff, made on a hand cranked Louet carder. I can take those old batts, run them through the PGS, and they are suddenly made twelve times more beautiful. So, I've done that - mixing things up, added things in, and then ---tada!-- I made them less expensive! Plus, there are other, newer blends available. Better and cheaper! Please buy! Mmmmm ---Bunny and the Beast.


The Southern Indiana FiberArts Festival is next weekend in Corydon, Indiana. There will be 65+ vendors. Admission and parking are free. What better time to cocoon and knit? Or spin. I will be offering my new fibers plus one used Louet carder and a Louet Victoria. I really need to sell the equipment because I want a Supercarder to call my own, even though it costs more than each of our cars.
Bunny news.
The wildie scooted out under the back door to "freedom" three weeks ago and has not been seen since. To take its place is one of Ramsey's kits that I captured. He's a light brown and skittish. Maybe 7 weeks old now. All the others seem to have vanished. Evil kitty.

Good Neighbor Nancy is in sorta custody of three wild angora babies whose captive grand dad was Percival. (Late and lamented. He was taken this summer, in the night by a local dog, from the corral in our front yard.)
Not a lot of good news to report, although it has been swell to have Sweetie home. Well, and the Supercarder.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
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