'Why We Fight'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls, The Inside and Drive), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
any other knitters find it too hard to deal with yarn in the summer?
No, but I have to watch for sweat staining my embroidery projects.
Speaking of which, why in the name of all that's holy did I decide to start a project worked in three different shades of off-white on natural linen?!??!?!
why in the name of all that's holy did I decide to start a project worked in three different shades of off-white on natural linen?!??!?!
It was pretty? But yeah, it sounds pretty crazy-making, with the whole sweat thing.
I almost never knit in the summer. The yarn gets all weird on the needles. Or I have to switch to exclusively metal needles.
Oddly, crocheting is not as crazy making.
I just watched "Safety Canary" with the commentary track and was reminded of two things: (1) Caroline Dhavernas and Katie Finneran LOVED working with Tim; and (2) Bryan Fuller completely zoned out in health class when they were explaining how human reproduction actually works.
Show of hands, who thinks Darla's pregnancy was more likely than the one Karen Tyler was going to have in the second season of Wonderfalls?
I had a pretty terrible stereotype thought about it, Matt. I shall tell you my terrible thought, which is, again, terrible.
My thought was that Fuller was stereotypically so ignorant of pussy, that pussy became the magical negro in that scenario.
Of course, I know not of Fuller, and am applying past bad experiences of Too Many Gay Men loudly discussing how absolutely disgusting pussy is, and comparing it to the sort of solid/sort of liquid muck at the bottom of a trash can. I just went straight to an ignorant, hateful explanation of his plan.
Having talked myself down from the terrible stereotyping place, I have no explanations, except that sometimes I'm a pretty big jerk who thinks the worst of people.
I have no explanations, except that sometimes I'm a pretty big jerk who thinks the worst of people.
This may or may not be true, but the way you state what you think always makes me laugh.
pussy became the magical negro in that scenario.
Anybody who can write a sentence like that should write a whole book.
Oh wait...
Hec, you and JZ made it into the last thing I wrote:
One day while I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, a very sweet physicist complimented me on the music streaming from my iTunes, and suggested a music book called Lost in the Grooves by (DavidS). I beamed, “(DavidS) and his wife (JZ) are my friends. I’ll tell him you suggested his book to me, he’ll be tickled.”
The physicist cocked his head and looked at the floor, brow furrowed. I got the impression that he thought I was lying. This happens to me fairly often.
Hec, you and JZ made it into the last thing I wrote:
Awww, that rocks. Even more tickling than the unsolicited recommendation from a physicist. Which frankly, is pleasing.
I should send him Gary's song about Pi. It's way better than Kate Bush's song about Pi.