Blog #29, or, Hey, We Had An Earthquake This Morning!

and that just doesn't really happen here. I would post a link to the Chicago Tribune article I read, but really have no clue how to go about that and don't even really want to try to figure it out right now. It happened aroudn 4:30ish. I tend to wake up early, even when I am off from work. Mr. Fluffieknickers, aka Alex the cat, woke me up at 12am because he wanted out of the bedroom. I was fairly certain that no kitties came back in. I drifted back to sleep. Woke up because my bed was moving. My first foggy thought was that Stinkiecat had come into the bedroom and was up on the bed giving himself a very enthusiastic grooming. But that seemed a little far-fetched. Then I realized that he wasn't on the bed. Or in the room even. My next thought is from "The Exorcist". You know, the bit where the bed is rattling with Linda Blair in it. So I turn on the light. Nope. Everything is fine. No cat in the room, no Satan under my bed. I decide maybe I be a little crazy. So since I am wide awake, I go to check Ravelry. Read some post in the forums, see that AZ is also up and posting, so I post back. Decide to check the weather. And I'll be damned. I check the weather online via the Chicago Tribune, and they have a little blurb about the earthquake. Then AZ calls. At 5:30am. Because we are both awake anyways. This whole morning has been very surreal so far. I think I need a breakfast burrito from the Heartland Cafe.

Now for something completely different.

Went to the warehouse sale at Lorna's Laces. Wow. So totally worth standing on a loading dock in the rain for. I got some most excellent yarn. That I would be posting pictures of except my 'puter is having issues and I can't get PDF files to open when I click on them. Maybe I can show off the yarny goodness next time. =)

Blog #28, or... Do We Ever Go To The Neutral Zone For Any Reason Not Related To The Romullons?

And, no, I really don't think I spelled Romullons correctly. Spellcheck agrees. Spellcheck also doesn't like the way I spell Spellcheck. I suppose it thinks it's entitled to two words. Whatever.

So if anyone reads this, and thinks of an answer to the question, please let me know. And no, I am not talking about spelling Romullon correctly.


And out of nowhere, I get the urge to put Spock ears on the cats. I think that would be highly appropriate attire for our Next Generation film fest. Perhaps I will knit some one day.......

Blog #27 or, I am up at 5:30am, might as well blog!!

I finally figured out that blog posts would be the perfect early morning activity for me. I seem to be needing less and less sleep. I believe this will be even more the case as spring/summer approach. I am so used to going to bed around 9pm and waking up at 3:30, that I have been waking up by 5:30 at the latest on my days off. I should be a farmer. I never feel like sewing this early, I never feel like sewing until the sun comes up. I dunno why. Sometimes I lie in bed and read, or if I have a movie from Netflix that hasn't been watched yet I will watch a movie in bed. Stinkiecat loveloveloves this. He comes bounding into the bedroom, with his purr on, and curls up on the bed next to me. I am now on disc 3, season 3 of ST Next Generation. The theme music, makes him come running. It makes me giggle every time He so cute and funny!

I did start a new knitting project. And have a re-newed motivation on the Man Slippers. I thought I was going to knit a cute little cardigan from one of the Jo Sharp books. But alas, I have not only the wrong yarn for that, it's too heavy, but I don't have enough for anything close to a cardigan. So I am knitting a tank instead. It is probably going to be done by the end of the week. The pattern knits it in two pieces, I did it in the round. It will be a rather heavy tank, but I have a few of those already, and they seem to get worn so I reckon it is all good. Onto the Man Slippers. The soles are in a twisted garter stitch, which is a bitch to knit. Slow and hard on the wrists. But I figure if I keep at it and just do a few rows per day, I should have them done in fairly short order. I mean, they are only slippers after all. It shouldn't take too long unless I put them down and don't work on them at all.


I talked to Mom Saturday afternoon. Found out that Dad's handknit socks are always in the laundry. :) I guess it's safe to knit him some for every Christmas then. The man is a bit tricky to shop for. He doesn't give out many clues as to what he wants.

Now about the project that is haunting me..... I am supposed to knitting a sweater for a Gene doll. She's like Barbie, but a bit bigger, and with a 40's flair. WAY better than Barbie. She has better taste in clothes too. The sweater pattern that was provided, from some doll collecting magazine, HAS NO GAUGE. How the heck am I supposed to do a sweater for this damn doll with no gauge? I will have to just wing it I suppose. I. Am. Not. Excited. About. This.

Blog #26 Look Ma! Blog posts for TWO days running!

Dear James,

I know that you have moved to Englalund, but I think you should come and get your son. He is, after all, your's. You found him. He loves you more. He will always love you more. And last night, he ate my finger. You can have him back now. I was only trying to give him his pill, for his own good I might add, the little blood-sucking monster. Okay well, maybe not ATE, but there was a lot of bleeding involved, none of it his. Nope, all the blood, from me. From my finger. Then he had the gall to still want his treats. You come fetch? Now?

kthxbai,

Bettie

Blog #25 or, I am the lamest blogger EVER.

Because I blog what, like maybe twice a month if we are lucky? What can I say? I am trying to watch an entire sci-fi series over here. damit.

I am through all of seasons #1 and #2 of Next Generation. Dr. Crusher needs to come back, I find Dr. Pulaski annoying. Does anyone else think it kinda weird that the Dr. is named after a famous civil war hero? And I can't wait for Lt. Whorf's hair to grow out. It looks so early 60's page-boy, I want to giggle every time I see him.

I have also been watching Battlestar Galactica. The new one. One of the guys I work with volunteered it when I told him I was watching Next Generation. I have just finished season #1 of that and AM DYING to see season #2. Can you say cliffhanger? I might have to get me some Dr. Who after I am done with these two series. Why do I not have a mildly dorky boyfriend with all of my interests in sci-fi?

I have gotten a lot knitting done though. But not so much on all of the projects that I though I would. I have been working on easy-peasy charity knitting and dishcloths. The idea was to knit, and finish junk I had half done. Um. I am sort of doing that.....kinda.

I just found the scrap of paper that has my new shift supervisor passwords for work on it. It is on my desk. With some new roving on top of it. Maybe I should spin a little during this mass of sci-fi watching.

Blog #24 Dear Tilda........

I have loved you for positively ages. Um, like since the late 80's, early 90's when I was roommates with one of my best gay boyfriends, James, and he was, dare I say, obsessed, with Derek Jarman films. Which means I have known about you since then. You were in a whole slew of those Derek Jarman films, none of which I can recall the name of off the top of my head. But the first time I saw you, I was in awe. And then there was Orlando. Well, shoot. Not only did I get to watch you for 2 or so hours, but holy crap, what costumes!!! It was like I'd died and gone to heaven. Then you started being in movies over here. Movies made here I should say. Here being the US. I was happy for you, and loved seeing you branch out a bit. And now. James called me all excited about you winning the BAFTA, he told me that I simply MUST look it up on youtube and watch your speech. Which was wonderful, witty and lovely. But please don't ever wear that shade of goldy yellow again. Please. Pretty please. And then. You. Won. The. Oscar. With and even wittier speech. And again, you looked fabulous, but that dress was wretched. It did nothing for you. Do you need someone to take you shopping and give you fashion advice? I volunteer myself. Or perhaps you would like to use James, he lives over there now, he is gay, he would probably faint in utter shock at first, but he is quite handy for a girl to have around when shopping. Okay, I'll stop about the dresses. That's not really what it's about anyways. Did you even have any makeup on? It didn't look like it, yet you looked wonderful.

I can't even say how thrilled I am that my mostest favoritest actress ever is finally getting all the oodles of attention she deserves.

Blog #23 Or, I've Decieded That I Need to Watch Star Trek Next Generation. All 49 or so Discs of it.

And in doing that, set out to boldly go. Where no knitter has gone before. At least not any knitter that I know of. The plan. Netflix all of Star Trek Next Generation. All seasons, all episodes. And see just how much knitting I can accomplish while watching it all.

I am on disc 3 of season 1. Which is actually only the second disc I have watched as disc 2 was damaged and unplayable.

I worked on James' slippers for about 2 seconds yesterday, and then got annoyed with them. I think I need to use a different cast on. They will turn out fine I am sure. Just didn't feel like starting over. So I switched over to mindless garter stitch knitting on a Project Snuggle blanket. I think I could work on that in my sleep. And seeing as to how it's all craptastic and RAINING here today, staying in bed to watch my Star Trek seemed ideal. It's raining on top of snow. Then it's supposed to get colder and snow overnight. Yeah. Don't think I'll even bother to get dressed today.

I will be posting photos of my WIP's and UFO's. Hehehheh. Star Trek. UFO's. Heheheh,