New Project

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After reading QueerJoe’s Knitting Blog, I’ve decided to list a bunch of Random Sonya Facts, because I think it will be interesting for me to read to myself.

I found it facinating, as I read through 200 of Queer Joe’s bits of personal knowledge, and tried to not get sucked in like it was a horoscope.

“Yes, I too have hayfever and enjoy repetative tasks like stuffing envelopes and hate confrontation and don’t like smoking weed and rarely read directions and have never had sexual intercourse with a woman! It’s like we’re the same person!”

Maybe you’ll learn something interesting about me. Or you’ll just get really pissed off because the whole idea is so annoying.

Fuck you – I’m fricking awesome.

Knitty Gritty Dirt Band

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Last Friday, I got home from work with the idea that I would spend the evening working on the iPod cozy prototype I’ve been knitting for Kate and Ade. I blocked it (incidentally, the first time I’ve bothered to block anything) and realized that nothing could be done till it dried.

Did I work on the iPod lining? Did I work on the three scarves I have left to knit for Karen, which I really ought to do because she bought the yarn!? NO.

I’ve been thinking about knitting myself a poncho, and for some reason, it hit on Friday. I could not wait any longer to start this project. Casting existing projects aside (no pun inteded), I drove to Joann’s Fabrics in Waukegan to find some Homespun. See, I could have knit this thing out of nicey yarn, but that would be expensive. I’d rather use stupid Lion Brand yarn and only spend $12 on the project.

So here I am, it’s Tuesday, and all I can think about is getting home to the poncho. I don’t know if it will look good, or look good on me, but we all need something to obsess about in life, and since I have a boyfriend, I’m kind of stuck on the knitting thing.

Better than drugs. Better than other guys. Better than porn. Better than America’s Next Top Model (but a close second).

Oh, you’d like to see what this poncho would look like? It looks like this, only with a yarn called Adirondack, described thusly: “dusty greens and mauve recall the distant mountains.”

Ho hum.

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It’s an average Monday. Well, actually, now that I think about it, I woke up in a great mood, and not doing anything at work isn’t bothering me. So this is NOT an average Monday.

I had two friends outside the warm comfortable boundaries of the US recently, and they’re both back with stories, so that make today better.

I’ve decided that I cannot live without a set of interchangeable knitting needles any more, so I’m researching them. There appears to be three different options: metal (Boye), plastic (Denise), and bamboo. I’ve been reading up, and I still don’t know which I’d prefer. I want to buy them today, as I like near-instant gratification.

My weekend was stellar. I went to the Squatter’s Ball, where I schooled some youngsters in limbo, drank a whole bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, and jumped on a bed. You may think I made this up, but I didn’t. The only regret I have was not dressing up like an actual hobo.

Finicky McPickalot

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I’ll admit it. There are foods I dislike. We all have foods we dislike. I have an ex boyfriend who hated all melon. Lots of people dislike Cream of Wheat.

I myself refuse, to this day, to eat any type of lentil. Except hummus. Weird, isn’t it? There’s no real reason not to like lentils. They’re incredibly nutritious, they’re abundant, and they’re in lots of stuff. Chili, baked beans, three bean salad …

I’ve always claimed it was the texture. As it turns out, I’m a pansy, and I should buck up.

I just finished reading an article called “The Omnivore: How to Eat Anything”. If you eat something you dislike 8 to 10 times, you’ll get used to it, and you’ll become a better human being. I can handle the idea of eating chili 8 times. It’s not that big of a deal. I think a new summer goal is to stop being picky about random food items, and become a true omnivore.

*snoooore*

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As it turns out, asking me to be here at 7 a.m. was a bit of overkill. It’s kind of fun like Christmas, in that everyone is dressed real nice, and there’s lots of food to eat.

I’m sitting at my team’s “support staff” desk, and I’ve been told that there probably won’t be many calls today.

This means that I can blog about the ASM in real time. Except I can’t see a thing from here, as the meeting takes place downstairs. Actually, this seat provides me with something I don’t usually see – if I crane my neck, I can SEE the OUTSIDE. In fact, it’s on rainy days that I lament not being anywhere near a window. I love rainy days (although I will admit that I’m usually more of an inside cat in this weather) and I love that I get to see the sky color, and the weight of the rain – in this case, on trees with tiny buds.

Blah blah blah – the point is, Donnie, that I’m going to be sitting here for the next several hours, and I am determined to enjoy this erratic day.

That will be all.

WOOOOOooooooo

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It’s 6:45 and I’m here at work, getting ready to spend my morning answering the phones during the all staff, company-wide Annual Shareholders Meeting. (That’s ASM, for those in the know.)

The upside? Maybe leaving early, and free meals. You know how I like breakfast. (I’ve already eaten more than three things.) I just picked up some brie. Brie, at 6:45.

The downside? I’m wearing a suit, I’ll be answering the PHONE, and it’s 6:45.

The upside to the downside? It’s one of those suit-jacket/short skirt deals, so I look hot as hell.

Beverly Hills

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The new Weezer song “Beverly Hills”, chosen from the CD to be the first radio hit, is a piece of crap wrapped in decaying spinach loosely bound with human hair.

Are you grossed out? Did your stomach turn a quarter turn? That’s what I’m going for, because that’s how I felt this morning listening to this song. I wish Kyle Carter was around. I’d like to hear what he has to say about all this, as he is the biggest Weezer fan I know.

I do love Weezer. I even found Maladroit to have charming qualities. Even when they’re more rock than angst, they’re still a good band. This new song is awful. There’s some of the Maladroit rock feeling, coupled with a catchy sing-a-long chorus (kind of), but the rest of the song feels like they went to the studio, pounded out those three chords over and over, and Rivers Cuomo made up shit that didn’t even rhyme, and didn’t really sing it, but didn’t put any effort into making it sound like he meant it.

Plus what’s this crap about Beverly Hills? I can’t relate to that. Bah.

(Lyrics are posted as the first comment.)