Luscious Depravity

Watching Dinoshark.

Went to flower show with Jenny and her sister and my sister.
Ran errands.
Tired.

Sometimes little things like this are just so brilliant and make me happy on an otherwise overcast day.

I feel on the verge of writing again.  Which is close but no cigar.

But it could be.

I am close.

Also, I got past the heel on top-down magic loop socks for the first time tonight.  Woo!

I am “socially particular.”

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.