You guys know it's just my way of saying "That poor guy!" despite the fact his business strikes me seriously, well, freak-ass. Mocking death is my gift. People that don't know me often think I'm horrible. But maybe it's a good thing I never made it as Lois Lane, hmm? My paper would get SO many letters.

I'm now reading The Science of God by Schroeder. It's sort of interesting in that it presents a case that the days of creation pre-Adam can be mapped to much longer time periods by time dilation which is something I've never seen before. However, there are some details that are arbitrary or I can't see any basis for.

My husband has become obsessed with me learning to knit. He's brought it up several times this week, and just sent me a link to this: [link] Yes, it's adorable. But the man has been married to me for five years, known me for seven. In all that time, the closest I've come to anything crafty or visual arty is gluing pictures of Sean Bean, Ioan Gruffudd, and the like to wrapping paper. Writing is my art. I make it with my brains, every day. Music is my secondary art. I make it with my voice every day to amuse Annabel, and on a more formal level every Wednesday and every other Sunday in choir.

But I don't want to knit, sew, scrapbook, etc. If I had time and money to knit, I'd use it to start skating again. And if I got more time and money after that, I'd use it to take some swordfighting classes.

Learn to knit yourself, DH.

To me, anyone who insists that the 7 days in the Genesis creation story equals a period of seven 24 hour days, is importing information into the text, which clearly states, that by which we measure time, wasn't even created until day 4. I do not mean to sound like a hardass. I do not have a problem with someone interpreting it that way for their own understanding. The odds of them being right or wrong are no worse than my own odds. I have a problem with those who insist their interpretation is the only bible-honoring one. I am arrogant enough to think my own interpretation, which refuses to assign a human definition of time for those first days, is more literalist, if less well defined.

Oh my God, this is the cringiest bunch of posts I've ever read with the crazymuffins and the flesheating bugs. It's enough to make me run screaming from the office...in which case I would probably be sent home, so, thanks.

Most of the muffin site made me roll my eyes, but the" accept that children are God's blessing and if you can't get pregnant or have miscarriages, well then, God just doesn't feel like blessing your sorry ass." (paraphrase) is pretty hurtful, and I think psychologically damaging to anyone who's ever gone through it and seen what it does to your sense of self and sense of being a woman.

I couldn't read the muffin site.

Susan, what is up with dh. Go knit yourself would just be my preface.

How awful that I am laughing so hard! Poor boss 'o Teppy. The Jim Henson thing still sobers me when I try and neglect my health for being too busy. Much quick~recovery~ma and minimal~pain~ma sent his way.

Susan, what is up with dh. Go knit yourself would just be my preface.

Or maybe, "Knit off!" or "Knit you, motherknitter!"

Learn to knit yourself, DH.

My mother started knitting last year and looooves it. She was convinced she could teach me over the summer. "It's easy! You'll see!"

Ten minutes into it I wanted to commit bloody, savage murder on anyone within striking distance.

The flesh-eating bacteria made me shudder, all over. Your poor Big!Boss, Teppy! I hope he gets through this all right.

And I really wish I could drag the whole family out to be tested for Strep A right now.

My husband has become obsessed with me learning to knit.

I picked it up a few weeks ago. I got a kit thing from Walgreens. I like it because it's the kind of thing Kyan (I know, I know) was talking about- mindful meditation. Being exactly involved in just what I'm doing. Also it's fun when my friends ask what I've been doing, and I say "Knitting!" and they go "No, but really."