Luscious Depravity

I have a headache.

So, a few weeks ago Brad showed me Near Dark.  This movie is pretty great, for many reasons.  I sort of thought I had done a review on this blog, but apparently not.  I saw it the day before I saw Alien.

Upon viewing Near Dark, one must wonder: what genius [who as of the penning and direction of the film was never married to James Cameron] penned and directed Near Dark?

Answer for you:   OSCAR WINNER FOR BEST DIRECTOR KATHRYN BIGELOW.

Yeah, that’s right - first lady to win best director.

So, if you were on the fence about Near Dark before, now’s a good time to change your mind.  Was written by an Oscar winner, after all. (Who at the time had never been married to James Cameron)

Do you ever sit back and say to yourself, “Gee, I wonder who is the most adept guy at the physical manifestation of nerdery on the Interwebz…” and then wait, wondering, for that amazing individual to materialize?

Wait no longer.

I would be wary though; from the looks of things he could probably also kick all of our asses.
Except maybe Bronson’s.

Didn’t get as many stitches knit as I would have liked.

Cast on for the Deep V Argyle Vest I have been spazzing about. Almost finished a round and realized I had cast on the wrong number of stitches.  Sigh. Rippit rippit….

Worked a bit on some socks for Bradford (ravelry link), but then needed him to model for me so I could figure if it is time to start the heel region.  It is, so I will move forward on that tomorrow I think.

Also need to go to Target or something and get a battery recharger because ours won’t recharge anymore and the camera eats batteries.

The weather was nice today.

Gentlemen Broncos was a thoroughly enjoyable film.

I create groups and teams and activities for the purpose of doing.

I have been thinking about it the wrong way.  I need to be enjoying.

There are common experiences among all in regard to poop.  We don’t talk about it much, because even though we all do it, it is unpleasant to speak about.  It is all whispers and pretending to ignore the sounds and smells.  For civilized folk, anyway.  Women poop roses, don’t you know?

However, for all its smells, discomfort, mess and other unpleasant experiences associated with the daily constitutional, don’t we all feel So Great when it is done?  When you have satisfactorally flushed, lit a match and left the room, the worries about what went on in that small room past you, you can reflect on how GOOD you feel.

So many things in life are like that, though.  Discomfort, concentration, bad smells and the anxiety of  potentially inadequate plumbing.  And then, there is the moment you know that the entire thing is done with, and you walk away.  You feel relieved and accomplished.

If you have good friends, they, like bum wipes, can aid you in cleaning everything properly so you don’t have to think of the event again, except with the fondness of how good you felt afterward.

I love how basic and necessary bodily functions can so well serve as microcosms for life.  Thank you, doodoo.

Ok, so I have a theory about Lost.  Obvs, this is super spoilery if you are not up to day. So, I am hoping this little cut thingy works.  If not, AVERT YOUR EYES!!

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I love Lost.

I love people basing humor on Lost.

See also: this.

(2:16:49 PM) Elise: I was just charged to make a pot of coffee for the office because everyone else is in a meeting
(2:16:56 PM) Elise: I have a strong desire to put a sticky note on the pot saying simply “Sorry if the coffee is butt.”
(2:17:19 PM) Tina: Change butt to doodoo

(2:26:21 PM) Elise: sign affixed

(2:26:42 PM) Elise: I tried to test it for evil, but I don’t like coffee anyway
(2:26:53 PM) Elise: so i put some in a cup, added sugar and half and half and sipped it
(2:27:23 PM) Elise: I did not die, and it tasted kinda like doodoo, but coffee tastes like doodoo to me anyway unless there is bailys in it
(2:27:28 PM) Elise: so … I have no idea
(2:27:47 PM) Tina: I don’t either
(2:32:52 PM) Elise: Oh no! They are all about to drink it!
(2:33:36 PM) Elise: If this is the last I ever speak to anyone before I am hauled away for poisoning the office with doodoo coffee, please let Dave know I love him.

(2:33:47 PM) Tina: I will!

(2:40:40 PM) Elise: Mo said it tastes like cigarettes and smells like poo
(2:40:45 PM) Elise: but then she said it was excellent
(2:40:49 PM) Elise: so she lied to me
(2:40:54 PM) Elise: but I am not sure which time …

My mother is a lovely, sweet lady. She recently gave me a BUNCH of circular needles. I was so happy because those are expensive, and some of these are antique, which makes them particularly special. However, there is a part of this story that is bit, well, have a look for yourself:
Aiiieeeeeee!!! They are in a big tangly pile! There are so many!!!

So, in order to make this horrifying pile into something less scary, I made a hanging needle organizer (Ravelry link). I invented the pattern myself, and had Heather teach me how to crochet so I could make the blue ribbon. I sewed the ribbon in many places to make the tubes through which the needles go.