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Dirty Work

Thursday morning. I’ve already reheated my tea once and it’s not 9:00 yet. “One Day More” is on repeat in the back of my head for reasons unknown. (Ania, I can see you shaking your head all the way from Virginia - I like that song.) My current audio book file crapped out on me in the middle of a tense scene so until I can get my hands on a hard copy, I’m in suspense (that’s a flaw in my freebee library system). There’s knitting all over my desk but I’m trying to get something useful done before I plunge my fingers into alpaca.

Force to be Reckoned With

I’m about ready to re-enter the work force, I think. I’ve been pretty lucky with the contract work coming in at the right times to help keep us in cookies and oatmeal around here, but now it’s about time I dip my toes back into the ever-flowing river that is productive society.

Pulp Fiction

I recently discovered audiobooks; I believe I’ve mentioned. Pretty cool that I can read on the way to the grocery store with causing a car accident. Also, reading while knitting? That’s big. And I discovered last night that cleaning the bathroom is more entertaining if you bring vampires with you.

But I have a problem.

Moral Outrage

Totally moral outrage! Infamy, heresy, and blasphemy! The world has gone insane and I'm surrounded by heathens. How and when did this happen?

I was having a perfectly normal sci-fi conversation with a friend – who shall remain nameless – when this friend, whom I generally consider to be intelligent and well-informed, had the gaul to say that Firefly creator Joss Whedon "pioneered the whole cowboys in outer space thing."

Dude. This is someone I know. How is that possible?

Algorithms

I forgot something. I know, real shocker, right? But this one surprised me. Maybe I have a little bit too much on my mind.

For example, I've got a lot of knitting going on. I'm generally a fairly monogamous knitter. I prefer to work up one project at a time. That's not to say that I don't have a precariously-built pyramid of yarn balls stacked on my desk that are in the queue, but on the needles? One. Maybe two if one doesn't travel well. That's it. I'm faithful.

Spinning in Circles

Glitch in the Matrix

I walked into a room in my parents’ house at the tail end of a birthday party for family member on Sunday. My cousins were having a conversation in the doorway to the spare room. The dog was crunching up a carrot on the carpet of the playroom floor. The light and the time and the sounds, all suddenly screaming that I had been there before. In this moment. Chiding the dog and cleaning up the carrot bits. My cousins were having that same conversation. I know it. I was there. And not somewhere similar. There.

Huh... Déja vu.

Geekier Addendum

I don’t really do the con scene. As much as I’d like to, I haven’t figured out a way to fit it into my schedule or pocketbook. I do watch a friend prep for DragonCon every year and drool over her costume proceedings. (I don’t think she’s posted any pictures of her costumes – dude, get on it – but you’ll have to trust me that her Rockford Peach costume is one of my favorites of all time.)

Geekier and Geekier

I just discovered something about myself that I didn’t know. I like comic books. Who knew? It took me thirty-one years to get around to cracking one open and giving it a whirl.

I was expounding on this new revelation to a friend over lunch today. She leaned across the table. “You just keep getting geekier, don’t you?”

Takes one to know one, love. And she’s a Class 1 Neek, so she’d really know.

In and Out

Sorry about the radio silence. First I was overhauling the blog, then I was hauling the family around the state, and now I’m hauling myself through all the work I left behind, both domestic and professional.
It’s a long haul.

I spent a week out near Yosemite splashing in rivers and hiking up creeks. Have pictures; haven’t posted them yet. I also attended a wedding that should be the template for how awesome people get married; so say we all. Once again, have pictures; haven’t posted.

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