Oooh, Down with Love is a very pretty, silly, fun movie. I love my VCR!

Two knitting blogs everyone should read:

Fiber Raven Soiree
and
Yarn Harlot

No exciting links today, nosirree bob. I'm a little under the weather (and that could be the four cups of coffee I needed to wake up enough to contemplate my email), but things are good.

I wish I could post some pictures of my knitting progress (but my free image hosting has gone bye-bye, of course). I think I've hit a new level with the knittin'--the lace shawl is turning out beautifully--and I think I'm speeding up a bit. Yay, practice!

This wee snippet of plant that I received from a co-worker is rooting, too, and I'd love it if I could get someone to identify it. It's like a cross between an angel wing begonia and a wandering jew.

Yup. I'm super domestic.

And, hell, yeah!

Huh.

Yay for Ted! Stick a fork in him, he' s done!

Courtesy of Miz Nadia:


Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

I'm going to have a lovely hot bath when I get home. So. Frikkin. Tired. Insomnia again.

Oooh, I feel all crappy today. Thank goodness it's Thursday.

Maybe I should draft a 5 year plan. It's what everyone is doing these days to make their selves feel better. Ummmm.

In five years:

I will own a VCR. Or at least have access to a VCR. And own tapes.

I will have a bigger, improved tattoo.

I will have visited a foreign country that is not Canada. Not that there is anything wrong with Canada--it's just not all that foreign.

I will own furniture. Not just borrow it.

Awesome! I will have spent a bunch of money--certainly that should make me feel better.

Damn my 40 inch bust.

Neat.

Wall Drug Online!

Mmmm, Jack White is delicious with lambchop sideburns. If you check out the movie site for Cold Mountain, there's a still of him. Yummy. Plus, despite the fact that he is not an actor at all, and the fact that he is from Detroit, his Georgia accent is waaaay better than either Nicole Kidman's or Jude Law's generic Southern.

Yay! Friday! It's been a very long week.

I am going through a pack of Starbursts and eating only the pink or the red ones.

I am going to see Cold Mountain tonight. Y'all know why.

Then I am going to buy beer, and have a beer. And then I am going to go to bed. An evening of total, American indulgence. I'll repent tomorrow.

Over and out.

Last night I swatched for this shawl. Going to work it up in a laceweight black merino. I’ll be blind by the time I’m done, but I’ll have a nice project for working on for the next year or so. And it will be pull-able through a wedding ring-able.

You are mRNA. You're brilliant, full of important,
interesting information and you're a great
friend to the people you care about. You may
have sides to you that no one understands. But
while you understand more than most people,
you're only half-there most of the time.


Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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I had this fabulous moment of blue twilight, perfect calm, lying in bed last night, fretting. Fret, fret, fret, then Poof! I was thinking of Stonehenge. Everybody loves a henge. But it's so ooooold, and nice, and who cares if I'm late to work or if my hair's a mess? I mean, really. In geological time, my hair is perfectly tidy, and my skin's perfectly clear.

Huzzah!