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Monday, August 17, 2009
Obsession=poissonne
I find myself unwilling to write anything, but desperately craving a reason to go to blogger.
To feed the fish.
The not-real fish to your right.
The gadget some genius made that makes me wish it was a leetle more in-depth so it could completely replace my need to keep the betta at home. (Noro. He knows he's replaceable. I keep him for his prettiness, and I can get another if he decides to kick off. The last one was named Noro also, as will be the next.)
I already have a foster home lined up for him, I think.
Things to consider: possible background that looks like a riverbed or fishtank bottom, or a screen from Frogger. Cute little mouths to nobble at the food. Optional tank decoration (those cave things in colors that even ravers would blink at). Breeding possiblities! Tails, coloration, completely unrealistic breeds! I could spend days at this. I am not lying. I have completed decades in various Harvest Moon incarnations. I lust for a Wii not for its strange and interesting controls, or even the variety of disney-tastic games, but merely for the Harvest Moon option of raising ducks, geese, chickens, sheep, goats, and OSTRICHES! Natsume, if you could just get on the Chocobo-breeding ball, I would dedicate years of my life to carefully breeding interesting colorations of all available animals, desperately seeking the elusive gene to give my llama wings or allow my chicken to lay decorated eggs.
Also, as most humans, I am interested in this AdSense thing. Why yes, I would like you to give me money for absolutely no vested energy in return, as well as filling up that embarassingly bare space to the left of my blog.
However, I would like to select the advertisers, or at least the products that will be displayed. Knitting or anime things, but not shoelaces or that godsawful "mom's secret" tooth cleaning discovery or waistline adjustment feeding schedule/supplement (normally called a "diet"). Can we do that, Google?
I mean, here is my blog, and thanks, but if we're pretending I'm in charge, you can't take the keys away when we get to the car.
To feed the fish.
The not-real fish to your right.
The gadget some genius made that makes me wish it was a leetle more in-depth so it could completely replace my need to keep the betta at home. (Noro. He knows he's replaceable. I keep him for his prettiness, and I can get another if he decides to kick off. The last one was named Noro also, as will be the next.)
I already have a foster home lined up for him, I think.
Things to consider: possible background that looks like a riverbed or fishtank bottom, or a screen from Frogger. Cute little mouths to nobble at the food. Optional tank decoration (those cave things in colors that even ravers would blink at). Breeding possiblities! Tails, coloration, completely unrealistic breeds! I could spend days at this. I am not lying. I have completed decades in various Harvest Moon incarnations. I lust for a Wii not for its strange and interesting controls, or even the variety of disney-tastic games, but merely for the Harvest Moon option of raising ducks, geese, chickens, sheep, goats, and OSTRICHES! Natsume, if you could just get on the Chocobo-breeding ball, I would dedicate years of my life to carefully breeding interesting colorations of all available animals, desperately seeking the elusive gene to give my llama wings or allow my chicken to lay decorated eggs.
Also, as most humans, I am interested in this AdSense thing. Why yes, I would like you to give me money for absolutely no vested energy in return, as well as filling up that embarassingly bare space to the left of my blog.
However, I would like to select the advertisers, or at least the products that will be displayed. Knitting or anime things, but not shoelaces or that godsawful "mom's secret" tooth cleaning discovery or waistline adjustment feeding schedule/supplement (normally called a "diet"). Can we do that, Google?
I mean, here is my blog, and thanks, but if we're pretending I'm in charge, you can't take the keys away when we get to the car.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Flapper
3:09 pm. Will post letter momentarily instructing possible sock-test sock recipient on how to measure biggest part of foot. Will also begin heel flap on next "knit break"*.
*Hey, I don't smoke, but I still think I deserve occasional breaks just as a smoker would. Just because I'm not chemically addicted to anything doesn't make me less of a lazy asshole.
*Hey, I don't smoke, but I still think I deserve occasional breaks just as a smoker would. Just because I'm not chemically addicted to anything doesn't make me less of a lazy asshole.
Perfectionism at work?
I find that I don't want to blog unless I have a picture that illustrates what I'm talking about.
Example:
1.) I'd like to ponder the reasons some persons prefer the 2 [circular] needle method of sock knitting. I use one really long needle, and can't see the benefit of using two, unless it was the bonus of having a second needle in that size for emergencies. Still, I feel I need to show my position with photos. Edited to add: It seems that my method is the "magic loop" method. I still feel it is easier to knit with ONE circular in the dark, especially if each side of the sock is using a different needle. My mental image of two-circ socks is a tube growing vertically between two opposite-spinning wheels. Interestesting, perhaps even Seussical, but not practical.
2.) I'd like to discuss day 4 of the sock test-knit, and illustrate my preference for the "slip-replace-k2togtbl" method of making a "ssk"-ish left leaning decrease.
3.) I need to post my awesome Star Trek photo, but I have to scan it somehow first. Brace yourselves for a photo of a photo.
4.) I am reviewing a Devil May Cry complete box set, and the interior DVD cases feature a heapin' helping of crotch each, though I suppose it is meant to showcase the gun in the character's hand? This is too weird for me to not document it for the masses.
Example:
1.) I'd like to ponder the reasons some persons prefer the 2 [circular] needle method of sock knitting. I use one really long needle, and can't see the benefit of using two, unless it was the bonus of having a second needle in that size for emergencies. Still, I feel I need to show my position with photos. Edited to add: It seems that my method is the "magic loop" method. I still feel it is easier to knit with ONE circular in the dark, especially if each side of the sock is using a different needle. My mental image of two-circ socks is a tube growing vertically between two opposite-spinning wheels. Interestesting, perhaps even Seussical, but not practical.
2.) I'd like to discuss day 4 of the sock test-knit, and illustrate my preference for the "slip-replace-k2togtbl" method of making a "ssk"-ish left leaning decrease.
3.) I need to post my awesome Star Trek photo, but I have to scan it somehow first. Brace yourselves for a photo of a photo.
4.) I am reviewing a Devil May Cry complete box set, and the interior DVD cases feature a heapin' helping of crotch each, though I suppose it is meant to showcase the gun in the character's hand? This is too weird for me to not document it for the masses.
Monday, August 10, 2009
TV land is so...organized.
So I'm listening to Hulu right now, which I use as a work-aid, to keep me from overhearing the conversations from the other (recently closer-sitting) employees.
Monk is on, and I am thinking not "Oh no! What will Mr. Monk do! Certainly he can solve this case, if anyone can." but, instead "Wow, that's professionalism!"
The 'victim' discovered that someone was trying to kill her on her way to a book signing. (I'm 2 minutes in, so she can have one mark around the word, but neither actual quotation marks nor a complete lack thereof. I grew up with Scooby-Doo. In the absence of a elderly, uneducated recluse, always suspect the second new person introduced on screen.) The very book signing Mr. Monk is eagerly awaiting. He discovers the crime not via her arrival from the sky like a weird Mary Poppins, pulling herself from an impact crater, charred and disoriented from a car bomb liquifying her organs without puncturing her with shrapnel. Rather, the crime is suggested when the bookstore owner judisciously (sp?) informs his customers of the cancellation due to attempted flash-fry. First I think: Wow, that could have been said with more respect for the victim, but he is clearly someone easily swayed by sensationalist news announcements. Then: Hmm, I wonder how he knew. He saw it on the news, so he assumed she wouldn't appear? Or...did a wonderfully organized publicist take a moment between arranging the health insurance claims of the author to drop a quick phone call to let everyone know the evening's new schedule? Where I used to work, I doubt we'd get, or even expect, such a call in the wake of an attempted murder. These things regretfully and understandably fall to the wayside for about 12 hours when you almost become pasta sauce, but now this woman's publicist is not only prompt, but her professionalism is saving face for the bookstore as well. (We would've spent the evening repeating "We're not sure why they haven't arrived, but we hope all is well and they get here soon to sign a book for you and the rest of the ungrateful masses, I mean, customers who could clearly never steal, ruin, break-and-reshelve, or let their children smear feces on the wall." Hooray fictional publicist!
Monk is on, and I am thinking not "Oh no! What will Mr. Monk do! Certainly he can solve this case, if anyone can." but, instead "Wow, that's professionalism!"
The 'victim' discovered that someone was trying to kill her on her way to a book signing. (I'm 2 minutes in, so she can have one mark around the word, but neither actual quotation marks nor a complete lack thereof. I grew up with Scooby-Doo. In the absence of a elderly, uneducated recluse, always suspect the second new person introduced on screen.) The very book signing Mr. Monk is eagerly awaiting. He discovers the crime not via her arrival from the sky like a weird Mary Poppins, pulling herself from an impact crater, charred and disoriented from a car bomb liquifying her organs without puncturing her with shrapnel. Rather, the crime is suggested when the bookstore owner judisciously (sp?) informs his customers of the cancellation due to attempted flash-fry. First I think: Wow, that could have been said with more respect for the victim, but he is clearly someone easily swayed by sensationalist news announcements. Then: Hmm, I wonder how he knew. He saw it on the news, so he assumed she wouldn't appear? Or...did a wonderfully organized publicist take a moment between arranging the health insurance claims of the author to drop a quick phone call to let everyone know the evening's new schedule? Where I used to work, I doubt we'd get, or even expect, such a call in the wake of an attempted murder. These things regretfully and understandably fall to the wayside for about 12 hours when you almost become pasta sauce, but now this woman's publicist is not only prompt, but her professionalism is saving face for the bookstore as well. (We would've spent the evening repeating "We're not sure why they haven't arrived, but we hope all is well and they get here soon to sign a book for you and the rest of the ungrateful masses, I mean, customers who could clearly never steal, ruin, break-and-reshelve, or let their children smear feces on the wall." Hooray fictional publicist!
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