February 27, 2009

Dedicated to my bestest best friend

So last month, when I went back to Texas, I left my camera at my best friend's house. The good news is that she found it. The bad news is that she's being LAZY and has not bothered to send it back to me yet! I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS! SEND ME MY CAMERA! DO IT NOW!

It's driving me crazy. Not only do I have a bunch of yarny goodness that I'm unable to add to my Ravelry pages, but we took a bunch of pictures that weekend that I want! And to make matters worse, I'm being all ridiculous and anal, and I'm waiting to knit with my delicious new Mmmmalabrigo until I can take a picture of it while it's still all pretty in the skein. It's my very first Malabrigo, and I can't bring myself to use it! It's torturous!


Ok, I'll lay off the exclamation points now.

February 25, 2009

Kill your television

I told the Boy-Creature not to take too long in following me from his parents' house to the apartment, because we need to go to the grocery. We're not quite to the desperate point yet, but it would be a really good idea to go, if only because there's no more of the good Pasta-Roni, and no cereal. But now it's after eight, and I don't want to go anymore. And he's still not back. I've ceased caring, and instead am enjoying my time alone. Not that I don't love having him around, but this means I get to enjoy some of the new music I downloaded (Ingrid Michaelson, Sufjan Stevens, and Rufus Wainwright! Yay!). And the TV is off.

Boy-Creature is one of those people who likes to have the TV on all the time. If it weren't for the movies I so like to watch all the time (and DVDs of Firefly, and Pushing Daisies, and Home Movies), I'd be happy to not have a TV. Just not interested, really. Especially since Pushing Daisies got cancelled. Bastards.

During the summer of 2007, the summer before my last year of school, I lived alone at Mama's house. I was working and taking dance classes at the community college, so I'd spend the weekdays rushing from one place to the other from eight in the morning until nine at night. It was exhausting. So on the weekends, I'd flop into my favorite chair by the big window and read and nap and listen to music all day. It rained a ton that summer, too, which only made it better. But since I was so busy, and paying the bills by myself, I didn't have a lot of money to waste, so I had no cable and no internet. I liked it.

It was always so quiet, and I felt so productive, even if all I was doing was finishing books. I still miss that feeling, and that chair. I don't have a good little perch yet for sitting and reading. Got a good coffeehouse for that, but nowhere really good to sit in the apartment. There is a little niche in the bedroom where I'm thinking about sticking a little chair, but it hasn't happened just yet. We'll see.

February 11, 2009

A literary-themed life

Remember that thing I said I had planned for the blog? It was tragically quashed when I left my camera at my best friend's house, and to add insult to injury, it has now apparently found its merry way into a black hole. We know it's somewhere in her house, there's just no telling where. It's a big house, with lots of busy, somewhat absent-minded, distracted people. So that thing I had planned has been unforeseeably postponed. Sorry.


I heard about this book somewhere last week, and completely loved the idea. But I didn't think much of it at the time. Then today at work, I was listening to the "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" podcast for this week, and it was the answer to one of their questions, which made me very happy, just because it meant that it was an actual book, and not just a joke. I mentioned it to a couple of girls at work, who share my odd sense of humor and a running zombie-emoticon joke on our office instant messenger. One of them was just as excited as I am, and the other one just made fun of me for listening to NPR, and called me a dork.

Tip of the iceberg.

This is how I know they're still getting to know me at the office, because she clearly doesn't even begin to understand the depths of my dorkiness (although I prefer the term nerd, thank you). In the spectrum of podcasts that I listen to, that's pretty tame. The slew of knitting podcasts alone says enough. But by far my favorite (sorry, Lime 'n' Violet) is Mister Stephen Fry's Podgrams. The only downside is how few of them there are, which is why I'm rationing them, instead of listening to all of them in one go and then having nothing left to look forward to. The first one I listened to, I actually watched. It's the one video podcast he's done, and it was about Oscar Wilde's fairy tales. And I love Oscar Wilde almost as much as I love Stephen Fry. The second one I listened to was about language, and I listened to it again today, because it's just so damn good. He's lovely. Most girls my age are still swooning over Edward Cullen, but I much prefer Stephen. He makes me go all giggly.

It's turning out to be a very literary week, too. Saturday morning, I went to an author appearance at my favorite store, The Grove. Saturday and Sunday, I actually got some writing done, including one whole short fiction. I doubt I'll really do anything with it, but just to feel the pen moving across the page was worth it. It's been too long. On Monday the Boy-Creature and I saw Coraline in 3D, which was wonderful. And tomorrow, I get to see this hilarious Author-Guy at this fantastic bookstore. And I'm only number 20 in line for the signing! I'm incredibly happy, and inordinately excited about that. Can't freaking wait.

I only hope the literary-ness continues. And that the best friend can find my camera.