I hate working weekends. I just thought I'd get that out there. I had Friday off, and I planned on doing all sorts of things, like a library visit, getting Junior's oil changed, changing kitty litter, etc. Then I got way-laid by The Purse and
Passions.
Which, first of all, can anyone tell me exactly what Liz framed Eve for? And I love love love that Whitney is a nun now. How
do you solve a problem like having a child with the man who you later realized is your half brother? How do you hold a sunbeam in your hand? I also like that whatsherface, Ethan's wife, is becoming more bitchy and soap opera badgirl, as opposed to just the whiny little bitch who feels threatened by Theresa.
Passions remains a great show, because I could work on an increasingly complicated knitting project (that was kind of a pun, b/c it was complicated b/c I was decreasing--don't kill yourselves laughing, people) and still figure out the major plot points, at least about the characters I want to know about. I don't give a shit about the "sexy" new bartender and Ivy's family.
Also Friday there was supposed to be Boy Hanging Out, which didn't happen, and I'm hoping was some sort of misunderstanding. I had my fill of stupid boy notcalling with the last one.
Instead, I went out with Melissa's Potential Boy of Interest and his friends. I'll let her tell this story, but, suffice to say, whomever's responsible for me conversing with certain members of this crew, you and perhaps your Grandma Eva owe me a drink.
I'm thinking I may leave this window open most of the day, at least until my anime program at 3, and add to it as things occur to me. It's just not a PoBaL (ooo, acronym! I'm such a damn librarian...) post unless it's 3 years long, right?
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Also, Legs fucked
up my knee last night. Seriously, it hurt for awhile after I disengaged his claws from my flesh and confiscated the ball of yarn. I wasn't just continuously bringing it up to not go off on the guy who was unaware that there are people out there without home internet access, I swear.
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Anyway, The Purse is mostly done. The knitting part is over, with mixed results. That means that, while it doesn't look quite like I intended and I need more practice decreasing things and keeping my stitches uniform across all the rows, it still looks good. Now I just need to futz with the lining, sew up the sides, and figure out what kind of closure I want. I'm thinking magnetic snap thing. Can you just buy those?
I can't wait until I can actually use this thing!
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More crafty nerdiness!
Over on
Craftster, I'm participating in what's called the "Little Visitor" swap. At first, I thought this was an Aunt Flo reference, but it's actually much better/twee-er. In short, the idea is that you send a stuffed thing to your partner, who gives it a tour of their town, makes it an outfit, and sends it back with a photo album of their trip.
What does this mean for you? Local friends who have always thought that Tree was kinda weird won't have to worry about seeing him for a few weeks, since he'll be on vacation in New York City.
You will, however, have to put up with me showing Humor the Speech Team Whale all around our fair city.
And yes, he's coming out dancing with us, unless I find out he's allergic to cigarette smoke. I'll also be putting pictures on the internet, where all my other pics live.
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OK, it's after lunch now. So some of you guys have spent the last week or so listening to my steady bitching about
--Ooo, fall Houghton Mifflin preview!--
this group of kids that have been using the library as their playground, despite the perfectly serviceable playground right outside the library. I even have a speech: "Don't run, don't jump down the stairs. You don't climb on the furniture; you don't throw the blocks, nor do you hit each other with the blocks."
Of course they don't listen. Damn 4th graders think they're grown. But then, inevitable, one of them gets wronged by
--Crap,
the kid that is kind of consistently trouble just wandered out with a group of friends. I'm really hoping nothing happened.--
the rest of their irritating pack, and comes to tell on them to the librarian.
Which, first of all, I'm not a teacher, bitch. And, second of all, I don't care. Maybe, if she's so mean to you, you shouldn't hang out with her. Maybe none of you should come into the library AT ALL.
At least for the next 2 years, until you're 6th graders and officially mine.
Anyway, the point to all this is that one of them has taken our newfangled IM reference availability to mean that they can tell on some kid apparently harrassing them over the internet.
"He's at the library. Can you get him to leave me alone?"
Except a lot more typo-ridden than that.
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