Uh. Yeah. I didn’t blog for awhile there, and there’s a very good reason for that: nothing’s happening. I spend my time sitting under this cat, mostly, knitting Arwen and listening to back issues of Cast-On. But I saw Elemmaciltur yesterday, and he reminded me that I have this here blog thing, and if he can blog while up to his ears in schoolwork, then I certainly can. Okay, he didn’t actually say that, but I sort of heard it anyway. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: June 2007
I made a movie with my digital camera! First ever, as you will probably be able to tell. Kelly was a huge help, so h/t to her. Not sure how many more movies I will make, as it seems like I’d have to put more time into learning how to do it right than I really want to invest. On the other hand, it might be a useful skill if I ever have clients who want webpages with embedded video. Well, I’ll keep it in the Kelly-vault, which is where about half my skillset resides: I don’t know how to do x, but Kelly does, so if I ever need it, I can ask her.
Umm, WordPress is not letting me include a video in my blog, and I don’t have the patience to figure out how to get around it, so go here to see Lilu the furry berserker in action. If you wish.
Today, while end-tucking Kelly’s socks, I put a yarn snippet on my lap, where Lilu was sitting, and she ATE. IT.
Song du jour of the day: Como Tudo Começou, by Rui Bandeira, because bwahahahaha! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh because he’s not trying to be funny, but… BAAAhahahahaha!
Face ache from laughing so hard. Ow.
I finished the Caspian Sea Socks, as you may recall. They seemed a bit small, but it turns out my SIL has smaller feet than I do, so that should be okay, but there’s another hitch. She says they’re so beautiful she’s afraid to wear them. Sigh. Non-knitters. Continue reading
… of many trips, I’m sure. And not even the first, really, because how many times have I been to London? I don’t even know anymore. Three? Five? Something like that.
Anyway, here’s the thing: we weren’t there as tourists. I had fun, as I generally do when I get to be alone with my husband and outside of the daily routine, but we didn’t See Stuff. We drove a lot, since we flew into Stansted to save money (that was a mistake, Stansted airport is a dump. The only airport I’ve ever seen that was that ugly was Ushuaia’s, and that was only because they were constructing it around us as we waited for our flight) and had to drive halfway around the city to get to… well, everything. Our friends in Windsor, our temporary flat in Slough, the college in Egham, the flat we’d come to see about renting in Virginia Water… also, we got lost a time or two. And the whole driving-on-the-left thing (and occasionally not driving on the left, to the very great alarm of the other drivers) was um, hair-raising. Continue reading
I know, enough with the catblogging already, but I worked in Munich today, and my brain = fried. Not only did nothing interesting happen, but I’m too cross-eyed right now to make that nothing witty and interesting, like I usually do (shush, you).
Tomorrow, the post on the London trip, such as it was. Today, a picture of my cat, having passed out right in the middle of a bath. Yes, that is a hind leg, slung so casually over her neck.