Tootsie Rolls 1, whales 0

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Yesterday was supposed to be our whale watching adventure. We had signed up for a clambake cruise and whale watch for the Saturday after Jason’s birthday, and it got postponed until Thursday. Then, on Thursday, it was postponed again. I’m just a little bit mad at whatever force or nature or boat is keeping me from seeing whales, and maybe even touching whales.

Or maybe nibbling whales. (I don’t really want to hurt a whale, I just want to know what they taste like.)

Anyway, we were all signed up at this whale watcher cruise (ok, you should note that the website URL is whales.net. Isn’t that kind of cruel and funny?) and after two postponements, we decided to cancel. Whale season is almost over anyway.

Jason suggested we take our money earmarked for whales (band name!) and go to Dave and Busters in Providence instead.

49 Up and a bottle of Sutter Home

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Tuesday night, Jason and I settled in for a long bout of writing thank you notes (finishing up our wedding tx). We armed ourselves with a bottle of wine given to us by the justice of the peace who married us.

One might consider said bottle of wine to be our ‘wedding wine’, but it’s Sutter Home*, a remarkably ubiquitous liquid**.

So we wrote, and we thanked, and we stuffed, and we licked (envelopes, silly), and when we were done we turned on the PBS. The documentary 49 Up was on, and I had the most wonderful feeling, half-drunk and discussing this very intimate show with Jason. It was a very cozy feeling.

*Oddly, I feel like I wrote the wine descriptions on their website. Mostly due to the short sentences.
**A phrase stolen directly from MC Paul Barman.

Box of Saurus

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Box of Saurus

Originally uploaded by underwaterguy

I was thinking about dinosaurs today, and kept saying the word ‘tyrannosaurus’ over and over in my head. It mutated into tranny-saurus, which I thought was hilarious. I IM’d Jason, demanding that he draw me a tranny-saurus. In a box (like in The Little Prince).

New knitting project!

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I’ve been feeling lost and confused ever since I successfully finished knitting a Rogue hoodie that fit me.

Rogue

Until Keem suggested I knit her a Skull Illusion Scarf.

Skull Illusion Scarf

I said “Mokay, but are you sure you don’t want a Dark Mark illusion scarf?”

Dark Mark illusion scarf

She said, “No thanks, I’m in Ravenclaw anyway.”

Skull and crossbones it is. Much more ladylike and nonthreatening.

red vs creme

So off I go, on a new knitting adventure, with an illusion scarf. I plan on plotting my progress with my brand new membership to Ravelry. (For those of you who aren’t aware yet, it’s only THE knitting and crocheting community site. It’s still in beta testing, and just today I got my long-awaited invitation.)

The Trees Fight Back

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From one of my favorite comics, The Perry Bible Fellowship:

The Unforgiving Tree

I was always weirded out by the original. I understand the analogy to be that of a caring adult – ready to give the shirt off their back to make the next generation happier. I think that paradigm is outdated.

Kids are assholes with cell phones. With all the baby boomers, you’d think the we could rewrite the story. You come to the tree, it talks to you, it gives you some apples, you leave with the apples, then you come back and mulch it, then spray for tent worms.

Enjoy the fall!

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Jason and I were addressing thank-you notes last week, and I wrote “I hope you enjoy the fall!” on a note to a very old lady. I hope she understands my sentence to mean that I would like for her to have a happy autumn, and not that I’m clairvoyant.

Happy Birthday, cat!

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I’ve just now decided that today is Stellaaa’s birthday.

I’ve also decided that we will change Stellaaa’s name on her birthday.

Please change her name in your address books to … Physics.

Physics is the new Stellaaa.

Thank you.

(If this is upsetting to you, remember, she’s deaf.)

Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day

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This is WAY better than Talk Like a Pirate Day. Well, I think its way better.

When Rob posted a comment featuring Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day, my first thought was the anachronistic/historical setup. I’d be in a Victorian whalebone corset, and occasionally faint on the couch.

Then I went to the website, and realized just how much more the whole thing could be. My favorite suggestion is to hand somebody a trinket and a phone number and say “Call this number in 30 years – you’ll know what to do next.”

And I would of course walk up to a computer and use the mouse as a microphone (my favorite Star Trek movie moment of all time).

Scottie with mouse

Black+Google=Blackle

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Blackle.

It sounds like a custom search that interjects ‘izzle’ where appropriate, or perhaps a custom KKK search. Or like ‘backles’, a word I learned while reading the new Miranda July book.

But it’s not. It’s a crunchy, hippie computer thing!

A high schooler showed this to me today (for me, this denotes a change in my information sources – it used to be BoingBoing and Jason, and now it’s 17-year-olds).

It’s straight-up Google, but with a black background and white text. From the about page ” Blackle saves energy because the screen is predominantly black. ‘Image displayed is primarily a function of the user’s color settings and desktop graphics, as well as the color and size of open application windows; a given monitor requires more power to display a white (or light) screen than a black (or dark) screen.’ Roberson et al, 2002.”

Huppy Hup Hup!

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Lordy, lordy, look who’s 29.
Wadsy

He spent the day hard at work, beta testing the project he’s been working on. If you like organizing competitive things like euchre tournaments or champion blood letting, you can look at it. I guess. [Game On!]