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Where There Is Nothing Else to Say, Talk Weather and Knitting

Today’s weather was so warm I took a run in a t-shirt and pants. Something is amiss when your January weather, in the span of five days, goes from ice storm to snowman weather to 50 degrees, and then is predicted to be in the negatives by the weekend.

Tonight, thunderstorms rumble over us the way they do in the summertime, the kind wherein I check on Ethan’s sleep after every burst of lightning and thunder. And not being a scientist, I blame it on the Earth’s shifting plates.

I expect to have the Skully bag (of my own haphazard design) felted and blocked by tomorrow, and completely finished by the weekend. I have also started a shadow scarf (alternating two balls of long-repeat yarn by two rows, carrying up the side) with some leftover Kureyon, and bought a heinous amount of Silk Garden #88 to make Klaralund, my first sweater.

In the meantime I have decided that 7:30 am classes do indeed suck unless I nap. But I’m not a good napper. It’s only one semester, right?

Ollie Ollie Oxen Free

I’m a bit late, but Wednesday was declared De-Lurking Day by the lovely lady of Purling Swine. She says, as I often do myself:

For those not in the know, a lurker is someone who reads a site, but never leaves a comment. I know you’re out there, my stats tell me so. Would it kill ya to comment?

And my stats do tell me so. My numbers are far too high for the regular twenty people who make themselves known here.

De-lurk thyself or be damned.

Tim Northern

On my twice-monthly jaunt to the local comedy night, I noticed that one of my favorite comics from the last year was in the back attending the show.

Tim Northern, as quoted from his puny website, has an “articulate, smart and deceptively witty style.” And he does not shy from puns. Fantastic puns. Oh, the puns.

As he did the last night he was in town, we chatted for a long while about a number of things, including feminism, of which he says he is a believer. He and Mimi Gonzalez are my favorite comics to have passed through town last year, and both of them stayed for a long while afterward to talk and endure our horrible jokes we tell to try and impress the funny people.

Laura Kinsale, Debbie Stoller and Inga Muscio have contacted me for various reasons through my internet presence, as I imagine it’s our inherent vanity to Google ourselves, just as authors have admitted to obsessively checking their sats at Amazon to see what people have to say about their work and where their books chart on the selling lists.

Anyhow, I mention Northern now because he assured me he would find my site. I don’t believe him, but we’ll see if he’s vain enough to Google himself here.

Hi, Tim.

Memes Ahoy!

I’m tired and I hurt, so no writing.

The Book Meme: Take someone else’s list, keep the author’s names whose books are on your shelves, and replace the ones that are not with new names. My replacements to Trish Wilson’s list are in bold.

1. Simone de Beauvoir
2. Charles Bukowski
3. Virginia Woolf
4. Sylvia Plath
5. Laura Kinsale (admit it)
6. bell hooks
7. Flannery O’Connor
8. Eric Schlosser
9. Eve Ensler
10. Willa Cather

And from the Pinko Feminist Hellcat:

I am the Atacama Desert!
Which Extremity of the World Are You?
From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.

I still think I should be the coldest place in the world, but whatever.

And another Rum and Monkey quiz, because they’re quirky. For example, one question read, “Are you the bomb?” My answer was: “I have not yet earned my ghetto stripes, and therefore am not the bomb.” You should hear me try to rap. Whitest girl in the world. But ghetto stripes aside, I do believe that I am indeed the bomb.

Like a Ninja Turtle, only less green, with no shell, and I don't worship a giant deformed rat. Much.
Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?
A Rum and Monkey joint.