November 2005

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Knit.

why not?

Sure, this image has nothing to do with the post – but man, it made me laugh anyway. I can’t explain it, so either you’re laughing along with me or you’re kind of horrified. Either way, I’m laughing.

Okay, now then:

Coffee and I sit on the sofa, knitting. We’re watching various television programs, most recently COPS. He’s patiently and consistently working on the scarf he’s making. I am working on a scarf of my own which is a gift for someone else.

Me: I hate knitting.
(knit two rows)
Me: I fucking HATE knitting.
(stop knitting and check email. No new message. Dammit.)
Me: Stupid knitting.
(knit two rows)
Me: I fucking hate knitting. Why am I knitting?
(knit one row, stare into space for a while)
Me: FUCKING knitting. Stupid knitting.
(knit another row)
Me: Hey, dude? Feel my knitting, isn’t it soft? It looks nice, doesn’t it?
Coffee: It’s nice! Very nice!
(Coffee goes back to his own knitting)
Me: I hate knitting. Fucking knitting. This is stupid.
(stop to check email again. No new email. Dammit.)

Protest.

I just mentioned this in an email to Ms. Knotty Yarn – whenever I protest to Coffee that I am “not an X” (bitch, freak, jerk, etc.) he’ll remind me of this scene from ‘Friends’ and it always cracks me up.

Ross: I’m not a pervert.

Phoebe: Please, that’s the pervert motto. They have you raise your right hand, put your left hand in your pants and say that.

phoebe and ross

Two Links.

Ad awards. It’s a little-known secret that I love commercials. Love ‘em. This one is one of my favourites on the site.

Snoop Dogg is my favourite rapper in the world. This just made me love him more. Is he not the sexiest mutherfucker? Mmmmmm, yes. I’d buy his weiner any day. (Ok, now I’m giggling..)

snoop

I Want To Be Her.

shadow girl

Only recently has it occured to me to stop being jealous of other people and start working toward cultivating the traits that they have that make me jealous. Seriously, by the time I’m 80, I’m gonna’ have figured this “life” thing out. Is there anything else you people aren’t telling me? Other tricks I need to know? Could you save me a bit of time here?

Mhm..

Stupid Coffee and his stupid Sudoku. He’s such a bad influence on me. I had to plow my way through five puzzles this morning – asking for help on only one – before I could stop. Grrrrrr. My brain hurts.

I haven’t graduated beyond “easy” but I’m really not in any rush to escalate to “evil”.

stupid sudoku

These Dreams Go On When I Close My Eyes.

la memoire

This is one of my favourite paintings – it’s called “Entre les trous de la Memoire” (or, “Between the Gaps/Cracks/Lapses of Memory” depending on translation) by Dominique Appia. I have a copy of it that I purchased years and years ago – back in university. It reminds me of sleep and dreams and, well, memories. How they shift and fade with time.

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Out.

From 11am until 7pm we have been without internet. That means we were also without telephone (VoIP) and I was just plain twitchy. I managed to get a few things accomplished, however, and finished reading my current book (which was really, really, really good) and otherwise entertained myself. I was surprised by how many times I said (to myself or out loud) “I’ll just look that up on the.. in..ter… oh, crap.” I need my internet access.

Instead of checking email, I actually completed a sudoku puzzle – my very first – with Coffee’s assistance. Numbers make me twitchy and angsty, and he walked me through the methods of completing it. Then I cleaned Weetie’s cage, which annoyed him greatly (and which served as fabulous entertainment for me, watching him dig around and shove paper from place to place) and I read my book and I worked on my NaNoWriMo (I don’t think I’m going to be finished by the end of the month) and I wrote some Christmas cards and I ate French Cream candies (mmmmm) and did loads of laundry and .. well, you get the picture. Stuff got done. Tonight is pizza night – my favourite night of the week. We’ll watch a movie, we’ll eat pizza, we’ll zone out for a bit.. all good.

There was a message on the phone – my cousin, inviting me to Christmas at her place. It’s not Christmas dinner, apparently, it’s hors d’oeuvres in the afternoon on December 18th. The message noted that Coffee and I would be more than welcome and people would like to see us. I feel obligated to go – they came to our wedding, after all – but my heart isn’t in it. I dread family gatherings, when the whole group is together. I feel out of place, I feel like I’m not part of the family. It’s my aunts and uncles + their kids and families. Even with Coffee there, I’m sort of apart from the rest. It’s hard to explain. They’re my mother’s sisters, of course, but without my mother or father there I feel completely unanchored. Detached from the festivities and collective ‘family-ness’ – the stories of what they all did last weekend and whose birthday party they were at and what they got for the holidays and.. well, everything. I’m not part of it in any tangible way, except by blood.

I’ve been thinking about how I want to celebrate the holidays this year – what I want to do with Coffee. It’s really just us and the dogs around here. I’m hoping for some time out of the house, if the weather is acceptable, and some stuffing to eat. I’d really like to try a turkey from Goodness Me, since they sound delicious, and they’re free-range, organic birds. Then again, after my earlier post about attacking turkeys, perhaps I’ll stick with tofu.. Cupcakes will be necessary, without question.

Important.

kitty_petting

BND.


bnd banner

Tomorrow is “Buy Nothing Day” – so we did our grocery shopping this morning. I can’t bear the idea of the store on a Saturday – all those shopping carts filled with screaming kids being pushed by grouchy mothers. At least on Fridays when we go the store is mostly filled with older people – they walk slowly, and they take forever to pay, but they’re generally not rude or shoving each other around. And I can’t remember the last time a senior citizen started shrieking with hysteria over not being allowed to buy cookies. Heh.

It’s interesting – I don’t imagine that BND really makes a big economical impact. Most people aren’t aware of it, or don’t bother to follow it (because it doesn’t make a big impact) but I like the idea of impressing on people that it is possible to go for more than a few hours without purchasing something at this time of year. People are obsessed with gift-buying and shopping for crap no one wants, and even for someone like me who isn’t religious, it’s tempting to shriek, “People, the point of the season isn’t BUYING STUFF!” It amuses me to watch people scowl and snarl their way through a mall in order to purchase “holiday cheer”, stomping and being miserable and bitching at the cashiers. Wooo, feel the holiday looooove..

At any rate, tomorrow I won’t be buying anything at all – not because I think anyone will notice, but because it’s a good reminder for the rest of the year. A cleansing, if you will.

Christmas?

Updated, yet again. I’m having fun keeping track of stuff I want to buy – for now, under the guise of “Christmas stuff”..

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Melissa listed her Christmas wishes on her blog, which made me start thinking about what gifts I’d really like to receive. I don’t “do” Christmas, really. I don’t exchange gifts with my friends, and Coffee and I do something very modest and simple for each other (or we buy something mutual, if we have something we want for the house or whatever).

But if money were no object, or if my Dad were still alive to play Santa (he rocked at it) here’s my list:

- Items from my Indigo Wish List
- a knitting bag
- a plane ticket to Michelle‘s house and a week free to stay there
- fuzzy socks and toe-socks
- Burt’s Bees chapstick (cases of it, really, would be good)
- this knitting needle set (Bought Denise, instead)
- a case of Pom
- note cards and stacks of blank notebooks
- the 2006 “page a day” Get Fuzzy calendar
- the 2006 “SARK” calendar (every year, they sell out before I get one)
- SARK magnets
- Sharpies. Lots and lots of sharpies. You can never have enough Sharpies.
- Silicon muffin pans – especially the ‘mini-muffin‘ pans
- a huge hot-water bottle with a fuzzy cover (fleece?)
- Nerd kitty tote bag
- Emily black diary set

candy cane

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