Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Midnight Coward*

No, I really have no idea why I'm still awake at this hour, but take comfort in the knowledge that I don't have to work tomorrow.

There's been a radio commercial I've heard a few times that creeps me out.  Ehrlich Pest Control has re-written a few well-known nursery rhymes to better follow the company's goals and purpose.

The first two, involving Little Miss Muffet sitting next to a dead spider and a mouse never running up a clock because the Ehrlich man killed him, are sung by adults.

The last one, Three Blind Mice, is sung by young girls.

Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran away from the Erlich-man
Who left them dead in the back of his van
Three blind mice... 

The music fades and the girls begin laughing.  That's the part I find most creepy - the kids aren't laughing from genuine amusement, but because they were told?  asked? to do so.  As a result, the laughter sounds forced, false, really fucking creepy.

I'm waiting for an internet news story to appear about a parent suing Ehrlich because darling Junior was just completely traumatized by the new endings to his favorite nursery rhymes.  Surely it won't be too long, right?  Yet, brief research shows me blog postings dating from 2009 about the commercial.  Has our sue-happy society failed me?

Also, the problem with staying up this late, minus the complete fuckage of my sleep cycle, is that I end up starving and unable to sleep until I nom on something.  Oops.


Monday, May 16, 2011



Lately, I've been seaming.  Lots and lots of seaming.  I don't mind seaming - it is fairly mindless work, all things considered, and goes fairly quickly.  Much faster than knitting, at least.  I did finish season 6 of The West Wing, though, so I'm now waiting for the final season to arrive in the mailbox.


Somehow, I managed to sprain/strain my ankle while sitting on a horse.  As a result, I had to take the last week off from running.  I'm afraid to go run tomorrow - afraid of how much I'll have lost in a week, afraid how much effort it will take to re-build this habit, to get back to the point where I don't have to talk myself into heading out, where I'm not counting the seconds until the damned run is over.  It would be much easier to remain at home, curl up on the couch with a cat or two and a book.

Of course, the past week's lack of running seems to have screwed with the sleep cycle I finally had managed to wrestle into some sort of submission.  Since I wasn't heading out in the early evenings, I was falling asleep on the couch, waking up in time to do night check and realize that I wasn't going to get more than 5 hours of sleep before the alarm in the morning.


I have a lot of socks on the needles at the moment.  That makes me happy.  However, I've been reading a lot more lately, and I've never found a good way to read a novel and knit.  Textbooks, sure, as they tend to hold themselves open and have more text per page, requiring fewer pauses to turn the page.


The kitten has not messed with the Once Missing Sock since I spend a few hours untangling it.  I'm tempted to put it in one of the failed hiding spots, to see if I can tempt him.  I'm not quite sure I'm ok with the idea of him growing up and no longer messing with stuff.  After all, I still call him the kitten, even if he did have the nerve to grow up and become a fairly decent-sized monster, though still under 10lbs.


He fell asleep on me the other day, curled up with his head resting on my shoulder as I myself was curled up on the couch.  I glanced down and disrupted his peaceful slumber by bursting into laughter as he was sound asleep with his mouth hanging open.  I'll admit to being happy that he doesn't snore.


I have a black light for various reasons, most of them being cause it is fun to play with from time to time.  I used it the other day after taking a shower and discovered a number of spots on my arms and hands that were glowing bright yellow.  Upon reflection, I realized that those spots were where some doxy had fallen after I attempted to squirt the powder contained in some 50 50mg capsules, mixed with water, down a horse's throat.  Still, that's a bit scary - that those spots would glow hours past a shower.


*Charlotte Martin

Friday, May 13, 2011

If I Had More Time*

Last summer, I attended the wedding of a CPaAGer.  Some time in June, I think.  Shortly after the wedding, I put a sock-in-progress in a Very Safe Place, as the kitten had been finding it in the various hiding spots.  Hiding spots such as on top of the fridge (he's not supposed to be up there..) and behind the microwave (he's not supposed to be on the kitchen counters.)

Evidently, it truly was a Very Safe Place, as I have since looked in places such as the bread machine, the freezer, all kitchen cabinets, all closets, the oven, etc.  No dice.


Wednesday, I was cleaning and dusting and vacuuming and filing and other boring, adult like things that I should probably do a bit more often, and found the sock-in-progress.  In a lunch box.

Incidentally, that lunch box was borrowed from a friend and used to transport some freshly fallen snow to TheUrmily during THON our senior year when she danced and was upset that she couldn't see the fresh snow.  I have no idea who lent me the lunch box, no one has claimed it, and uh... that was three years ago.  I guess they don't need it back any time soon.

Anyway, that sock was supposed to be a finished ahead of time giftmoose gift for my sister.  (She got wristwarmers instead.  She was very happy with them.)  Wednesday was her birthday.  Odd, that.


I started an eye of partridge heel and ... yeah, I hate heel flaps.  I really do.  I ought to spend more time with Cat Bordhi's books and memorize the various different ways to knit heels on cuff-down socks.  Or just continue to be happy with my short-row heels.

In other knitting news:  Finished dad's first sock.  Had enough yarn AND it fits him.  (he did ask if I could make the leg longer.  I flat-out refused.)  Happily for me, the sock ALSO fits HWIA, so that will make it a bit easier to knit socks for him, as I'll have some idea of the insane number of stitches needed.


The kitten is lucky I love him because I ended up spending more than 2.5 hours on Wednesday evening untangling the yarn of my sister's sock.  I ended up cutting the yarn and just winding little balls from each end of the original ball of yarn.  I put them on Sharpies and would work a bit on one end and then slip the yarn under the clip of the cap when I went to work on the other end.  Worked very well.