Just watching slugs eat chalk in a meandering fashion. Zen.
I need a snail zen garden.
I wish you could see who “loved” a post you made on Ravelry.
Yeah, you used “bloviated” incorrectly. Just thought you’d like to know. Bloviated is a verb, not an adjective.
Huh. I guess my first impression of you was, in fact, the correct one. Shoulda stuck with it, I guess.
devil’s right there, right there
Huh. I am a factotum.
Voted. Crossed another person off the People Who Need Shawls Knitted for Them List. Woke up at midnight thirty to Stormageddon vomiting on my chest. Brakes seized up on the truck. Haven’t managed to accomplish a single thing on the list of things I had planned to accomplish because I actually need to accomplish them thus far this week. Stupid staycation. Might as well have just gone to work.
At least I finished that sweater. I got that goin’ for me.
I need to face the reality that I’m never going to be able to get a new camera. And move on with my life.
If washing machines and trucks and all of it quit breaking, I can buy a used one. Probably.
The light in the geekery sucks. I am too old to be able to read in these conditions. sigh.
I’m a big ball of fun.
Well, technically it is true.
Right. Because somehow choosing to give up your freedom makes it completely different than if the government just takes it by force. Personally, I think it just makes it more horrifying.
Democratic socialism indeed.
You can’t just live on milk. Go eat some food.
It makes me sad that you’re so willfully obtuse.
Nothing but sass sass sass all the time. Honestly. It’s enough to make you want to run away from home and join the circus.
Gah. I don’t have time to read all the things I want to read. I have too much to read that I have to read. And virtually no time to read any of it at all.
“Either capitalism or socialism: there exists no middle way.”
We need a musical interlude.
hey, are you awake?
So much for that little bubble of quiet.
My credit union has the slowest website I’ve ever encountered. It’s really aggravating.
This is still happening. Just, you know. I’d be happy to raise $500 for a used 7D body in good condition.
This weather is heaven. It’s heaven. I wish it would last. But this is Michigan.
Your titles are far too long, dude.
I really wish Lion Brand hadn’t discontinued microspun.
Yay! A walk in the woods!
On the top ten list of things I hate – people who refuse to let me finish speaking before they start talking over the top of me.
And just like that, all my concentration is gone.
Gaaah. Sleeve knitting is so boring.
Still don’t love bacon as much as you think I should.
I’m out of thoughts. Guess I’ll go pick up the truck from the mechanic. At least it wasn’t as bad as I was expecting it to be. Still, it was more money than I was planning to spend on auto repairs this week, which was zero dollars. I was expecting to spend zero dollars on auto repairs this week.
Just goes to show you, I suppose. Have no expectations whatsoever.
People really seem to enjoy my humorous auto response emails. I guess I’ll keep them up.
“I think… I think we’re living in a time where there are a substantial amount of people involved in the political process … who have no grasp of history, or what a republic is, or a democracy, or natural law, or rights … and they vote in a Pavlovian kind of a way. And I don’t see it getting better as time goes on.” ~Dock. Yes.
Well. I’ll never refer to you as my comrades.
I think it’s time for dinner. I think it’s Hate Pizza.
I have so much to do. So. Much.
Excuse me, I’ll just be over here beating my head against this wall.
“[T]he new fundamentalist religion of ‘Activism.'” I like that.Â This was an interesting read.
The elusive chompy cobra.
Forms are weird.
I guess I’ll go to bed.