Thursday, July 29, 2010

Davy Crockett, Horatio Algiers, the Donner Party

Holy salmon on a stick, it's Thursday and I haven't posted yet this week.

I'm a bad blogger.

Actually, that's not true.

I'm a fairly typical blogger, in addition to being a blogger who's in the midst of moving. I packed kitchen things today. Tomorrow I wash my sheets and towels and start on the clothes. And then I leave. Across state lines. Which, considering I'm currently in Texas, and the closest state line is a full two hours away, means this is a big move. Plus, I'm not even headed towards the state line that's closest.

But it's a move to a city I love. A city, one might even say, I want to have babies with.

So I'll catch you guys next week. When the madness has moved to a different time zone.

P.S. A thousand ├╝ber cool Kat points to the person who can name the movie reference in the post title!

Friday, July 23, 2010

A different sort of delicious

Today I got my hair trimmed by the girl who always does it. I like her because she's really nice, and she's really quiet in a way that doesn't make me feel uncomfortable for being really quiet. It seems like everyone but me chats to the person cutting their hair, and I never know what to say to this near stranger who I see once maybe every two months, so I like that I don't feel awkward not talking to her. Plus, she's really good about not yanking on my hair, as I'm still tender-headed, in some weird childhood holdout of mine. Sometimes, when it's more tangly than usual, she'll even just hand me a comb and let me do it myself, which is so much better than the alternative of her having to yank on my hair, and me making her feel guilty by wincing, and me feeling guilty for making her feel guilty.


Today she used this peppermint shampoo that was amazing. First it made my scalp all tingly, and now my hair smells delicious. Can I just cancel all my plans for the evening and enjoy the smell of my hair all night instead?

This is something I never expected to say, on this blog or anywhere else, but I want to have babies with the smell of my own hair right now.

Is that weird?

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Tiny Owl Adoration!

Let me begin by saying: I love the internet. I spend way too much time on it. I probably spend more time on the internet than I do anything else. Even reading and knitting these days, sad to say.

But I love it. For all the reasons all the other bloggers of the world love it. I love that there's seemingly endless resources for inspiration and entertainment and knowledge from real people from all around the world, instantly.

So I love blogs, in case you couldn't tell. It's why I have two at the moment, and have in the past come dangerously close to starting a third. I'm trying not to, even though it was a really good idea.

So today's topic is one in which I'm cheating. Sort of. I posted about her once before on my other blog. And we here in the blogosphere like to spread the love, so I'm sort of reposting. Because this chick is fantastic.

I know her as Tiny Owl Knits. I stumbled across her on Ravelry, where she has knit and designed nothing but magically gorgeous things that all make me want to invest in more yarn (but then, what doesn't?). And then I read her blog, and fell even more in love.

I want this girl's life. She's a professional singer who's gotten to do some amazing things and meet some amazing people. And she takes ballet classes. And she is hilarious. In a quirky, slightly demented way that I adore. I want her life.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I want to be this girl when I grow up.

And I want to have babies with her.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

The dream team of snackage

So have you tried the new pretzel M&Ms yet? I'm thoroughly enjoying them so far. I'm not totally convinced just yet that they're worthy of fostering future generations of weird, sugary confection/human hybrids. But on the other hand, I've already gone through two of the big bags, so that's definitely a check in the yes column.

I have long lamented the sadly discontinued crispy M&Ms. They were my favorite. I ate so many. And I loved that one commercial with Patrick Warburton, when he chastised them for eating their own kind. Candy cannibalism. Hilarious.

Pretzel M&Ms are almost just like them, but with a little salty flavor thrown in. It seems like the more I eat, the more I want to eat. They're delicious little crunchy tidbits of goodness. Salty and sweet, an unstoppable combination of snacking delight.

So, I'm not sure yet, pretzel M&Ms, but I'm willing to at least flirt a little. And maybe down the road, there will be talk of babies. Signs are very good.

I'm gonna need to get another bag of those soon.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

In which I take a break from my sock knitting to say...

I never promised you a rose garden.

Ok, not really. Not that I did, because I have no interest in gardening, and it's freaking hot out right now, so there's no way I'm going out there and working in the yard.

What I really was going to say was that I never promised you an objective blog. This isn't "We all agree we'd collectively like to have this thing's babies." This is "I want to have your babies." So I realize I may be alone in my love for things.

Remember when I said I was at least making some small attempt to hold the knitting obsession at bay? I lied. I can't do it.

The yarny goodness. It has me in its grasp.

But today's topic is yarny goodness tied in with drinking, so at least there's that for the rest of you. And if you're a non-drinker, non-knitter, then I don't know if we can play together.

On to the actual topic!

Who doesn't love a good drinking game? Every time Sheldon says "Bazinga," you take a drink. Stuff like that. It's fun, and if you're watching the episode with the scene in the ball pit, it's also a really good way to get really smashed, really fast.

A while back I heard of a fantastic drinking game for one of my favorite movies, "Clue." Now there's a movie I could have babies with. Madeleine Kahn alone is enough to make me squee with delight. I freaking love that movie. And now I have this drinking game. At the time, I thought it was the best drinking game I'd ever heard of. You pick a character, a weapon, and a room (Mrs. White, in the dining room, with the candlestick). And then you take a drink every time they say your character's name, go in your room, or show a close up of your weapon. Word to the wise: don't pick the hall. You'd be hammered long before they even get to the multiple endings where they're running up and down and up and down the hall, which would then kill you with alcohol poisoning. Don't. Pick. The hall.

But yesterday, I was listening to yet another podcast I love (this time it was The Electric Sheep, from the fabulous Hoxton Handmade). She was talking about something she heard of from yet another knitter (we're a tight group, us knitters, always passing around each other's ideas and blogs and whatnot). Said other knitter is the truly awesome Leethal, and her truly awesome idea of game knitting. It's just like drinking games, but instead of taking a shot, you do something to change your knitting. You switch colors, or switch from knit stitches to purl, or cross a cable. And it sounds like such a fantastic idea to me! I have every intention of knitting a cowl this way. I just have to pick a movie and some yarn and get knitting! I love it.

And I've veered all over the place in my enthusiasm tonight, so I'm not even sure who or what I want to have babies with, but believe me, there will be baby-making. Most likely of the drunken, yarny-goodness kind. The best kind of all.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

It wasn't a rock- It was a Rock Lobster!

You know how everybody has those songs that remind them so vividly of one single time, or place, or event? Their senior prom, or this one concert or something. Well, I have whole albums like that. In the last few years, I've gone on a whole lot of road trips. Sometimes with friends, but usually by myself. I would listen to entire albums at a time, sometimes over and over.

One of the ones I listened to a ton was the B-52s best of album, Time Capsule. I love that album! And that band. I'm crazy about them. They're so weird. Song like Mesopotamia, and Quiche Lorraine, and one of my personal favorites, Rock Lobster. Yes, I said it. I adore Rock Lobster. It's so odd, and it never fails to make me smile.

But I love nearly every song of theirs. Plus, I just love them. Their quirky, kitschy style, their totally unique sound. Their solid support for gay rights (seriously). Plus, Love Shack is literally the only good karaoke experience I've ever had. Ever. Well. Out of all four of my karaoke experiences. I'm not a fan of that. But doing Love Shack with my awesome friend Baylor at a total dive of a gay bar definitely wins, hands down.

They have such fantastic lyrics, too. And such panache. No one but Fred Schneider could get away with a line like "Get on your laser, daddy, and ride... through your telescope into the night!" It's so weird, and still such a catchy song. I can't help but love them.

So here's to the best post-punk, retro-alternative, new wave pop band there ever was.

The B-52's- all of you- I want to have your babies.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

The love. It cannot be held back.

Ok, first of all, go look at this. Not only is Franklin Habit a fantastic blogger- one of the best knitbloggers in my opinion- but this particular post pretty much demonstrates exactly what would have to be done to get me to willingly see a Twilight movie.

But more importantly, as far as my own post is concerned, it also demonstrates exactly how I feel about Malabrigo.

I realize that not all of my readers are going to be knitters, so I had planned to sort of reveal the all-consuming obsession slowly, but it can't be helped. I love Malabrigo.

You would too, if you felt it. Plus, the colors. Ohhh, the colors. They're so lovely. I think Velvet Grapes is my favorite. And it knits up so pretty. And so soft. And so squishy.

It's marvelous. I'm even knitting a scarf out of it right now. A scarf which I mostly cast on just because I was in the mood to be knitting with Malabrigo. I'm not even exaggerating. It's that good.

Get yourself to a yarn shop, find yourself some Malabrigo, and fondle it. Fondle the heck out of it. Because Malabrigo, I want to have your babies. Yarny, squishy, fondly marvelous Malabrigo babies.