Maybe I am way behind everyone else, but I just discovered this and I think it's great!
And if you already knew about it, then why oh why didn't you tell me?! I need to know these things...
Friday night was particularly foggy. On the way home from Wal-Mart, Jane and I saw a sign that said "Fog Warning," only it was spelled wrong -- it actually said, "Fog Warnang."
I turned to Jane and said, "look, Forest Gump wrote that sign." Because he would say it just like that. I wish I had snapped a picture.
Check out my latest shop addition:
Handknit with my own handspun yarn (see my cabbage night post for roving deets).
Check it out:
You might not know it, but I am in a jam. I have half of my 25 page paper due on Tueday, and how many pages do I have written? Two. I'm having a hard time staying focused, and I feel like the only time I can get anything done is in the morning.
What's the paper about? A rhetorical analysis of Melville's Billy Budd. I mean, I DID have some breakthroughs this morning, and jotted them down on paper, but as soon as I get past the creative part I just shut down. My body is rejecting the very idea of balls to the wall writing.
In other news, my friends and I took the homemade Christmas pledge. We can only give things we've made, or things that we've bought that other people have made. It's stressing me out a little, at least the knitting part, since one of the gifts is definitely an afghan (dummy me)... but I can definitely see a ton of baking coming up as soon as Christmas nears. Who doesn't like baked goods for the holidays?
Does anyone else think that another stimulus package is a really stupid idea? I mean, pay down the debt already, Congress. Geez.
It's been really rainy here over the past few days, and I'm beginning to feel like I'm living in a Tim Burton movie. Everything is grey, the leaves are half off the trees, it's foggy, and it's dark by 5:30. If it wasn't for all the bad hair days, I would say I kind of like it.
I bought this print from Sharing Machine the other day and I am so obsessed with it. I think it's hilarious:
Last night I went to Red Robin for the first time ever and it was so-so good. I don't usually go for burgers, or ground beef, or chain restaurants, or places with sticky menus, but man oh man am I ever glad I did. My friend Myrick made the mistake of telling me that although they offer bottomless fries, I'd never make it past one plate. I took that as a personal challenge, as I'm prone to do, and let's just say I wanted to take my pants of right then and there. Oh, gluttony. I'd been doing so well, too. Oh well, a splurge is good for you every now and then.
After Red Robin, a few of us went to the local waterin' hole for drinks. That was fun. A bunch of friends stopped in and before we knew it, we were the majority in the bar. That's one of the benefits of small-town life, I suppose. We also know the bartender by name. He looks kind of like Dave Matthews and used to give some of us dirty looks, but now I guess he's used to us and he's turned out to be a pretty nice guy. He made Jane and I some kind of crazy blue gin drinks, and threw about a dozen cherries in Jane's so she could turn bar tricks. She's good like that.
We all had a few drinks, Jane and I split a bottle of wine, and then called it a night. I went home to fall asleep in my chair, then dozed on my bed, fully-clothed, in between a few drunken texts... then finally donned my PJs and slept really well.
That is probably more than anyone would ever want to know. I think I'm off to procrastinate quietly by myself. :)
So, you know how sometimes you pick a costume and don't really think it through completely? For instance:
I decided to go as Sarah Palin this year, since I didn't have to buy anything. Black suit? Check. Glasses? You betcha. Minimal knowledge about politics. Yah. Republican hair? Mmmhmmm. I decided to stick an Obama pin on my lapel last minute, so that nobody would get the wrong idea, thinking I'm a republican or something.
Unfortunately, I never thought about the type of people I'd attract. All night long, I was accosted by 50-something male republicans, yelling "SARAH! YEAH! GO MCCAIN!" And then I'd smile and be nice, and it was at that point that they'd notice my Obama button. The responses ranged from rolled eyes, to "TAKE THAT SHIT OFF," to just really angry chastisements.
At first I didn't respond, but then I had to go all crazy pants on people because it just started to get really annoying. Whatevs.
Eventually I started talking to some younger Army peeps, who I thought might be cool with Obama. But unfortunately, they hated him too. They kept saying that if Obama is elected then they're all out of jobs. And they're probably right.
I guess what I learned is that Obama might not see a landslide election, as celebrities, college profs., my group of friends, and SNL would have you believe. And... it's really really hard to say who's the better candidate. Of course, it didn't help that my Dad turned all Noam Chomsky on me of late, and has been continually telling me how awful and biased the mainstream media is. I know he's right about that... I mean, all I do at work is look at news stories... anyway, that's pretty obvious. My Dad's been taking all these economic grad courses, and he has me convinced that McCain can straighten things out. But what about the other issues? Those are the ones that I can't trust a Republican on...
