November 04, 2008
I Say Potato, You Say Potatoe
Many years ago, during the low-level scandal of Dan Quayle and the extra “e” on “potato[e],” I came across a sign in one of our local neighborhoods that said, “Dan Quayle says get out and vot.” It has stuck with me ever since, so I say to you:
Not much to report in the knitting arena, but not through lack of trying. I went to Ferals last night, determined to work on the Good-Enough Gansey, but not ten minutes into my arrival at the bookstore, we were all hustled out in response to a fire alarm. After we trooped back to our table, we “had” (tongue in cheek here) to eat carrot cake in celebration (?) of Janine’s move back to California so my focus was more on my plate of cake (or would that be "plat of cak?") than on my knitting. And then a loud improvisational jazz band started not 20 feet from us...and I was done. So no progress has been made.
But I am happy to report that I’m knitting a pair of socks! For someone! This is a Big Step Forward in My Break With the Past. Remember the pen-pal from Ottawa? Yep, her. I don’t know who’s benefitting more, me for being able to mentally and emotionally move on to knitting socks for someone new, or her for getting some socks knit out of truly stunning navy blue, wine red and forest green Trekking. Either way, it’s been liberating, and doesn’t fall under the category of “boyfriend sweater curse” (can you believe there’s actually a Wikipedia entry for that?!) because she’s neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend (and I don’t believe there’s such a thing as the “Pen-Pal Curse." Maybe I better check Wikpedia just to be sure...nope, no such thing.). I figured she merited some hand-knit socks because of the number of times she’s made me belly-laugh over the last couple of months. Her emails are hysterical. Like this one: “Hi, how are you doing today? Oh, sorry, wait; hold on. Have to leave the room for a minute. Cat farted…
Okay, I’m back.”
Maybe I have a juvenile sense of humor (maybe?) but to actually write that scenario into an email?—that made me larf and larf. I think that deserves a pair of socks.
Posted by Ryan at November 4, 2008 10:06 AM
I especially like the caption under the bland sweater picture: "Gifts of sweaters are believed by some knitters to break up relationships." Why I find that so hysterical, I just can't say.
I votted! I gote up early so I coulde. I feele lik I'm writing in Olde Englishe.
Woman, *I* want to knit socks for someone who tells you about cats farting in emails. Awesome. (Awsom?)
Julie, thanks for pointing that out. Now, in my head, I hear that caption being read by Ben Stein.
Oh, I love "vot". Love it! Thanks for sharing the laugh.
I think knitting socks for anyone who makes you laugh is a wonderful endeavor. (Hmm. Scratches head and wonders what funny story to relate.)
Glad to hear that the sock mojo is returning, which is the critical thing.
You better believe I voted! I was actually a little disappointed... I stuffed a knitting project and a book in my purse, fully expecting to suffer for my democratic rights as a citizen of this country... And there was no line. At all. I was the only person in the place who was not a poll worker. I sure hope they had a lot more people either in the AM or more will come after work!
In other news, may socks soon rain from your needles upon good citizens across this land (and its friendly neighbors)! Yay for you!
I, also, cast my vot. Cast it all the way from Mongolia. In fact...wow, may have thrown out my shoulder. In any case, thanks for the first laff of the morning, Cuz, as I'm waking up and clicking around the internet like a mental patient, hoping hopefully for hopeful results.
I'm about to head oute to vot, knitting in hand and hoping for a nice line indicating good participation by the downtown residents.
Here's hoping you need to do a big Trekking restock by the time Madrona rolls around.
I casted on my vot as well today. Bad grammar and spelling? oh puleezzz. its so amerikan!
I know that kind of cat. All cozy and snuggly on pillow nestled up to my ear......
Silent But Deadly.
Cat farts? Nothin' compared to dog farts, let me tell ya.
I voted today all by myself, broken ankle and all. Glad to hear your sock mojo has returned. I suspect your happiness mojo might be slipping back into your life, too. Yay for you!
I votted lest weak. Ysrly.
Gosh it's good to hear you laugh again.
Well, you know what I mean...
It's hard NOT to be hysterical when you're from Ottawa.
I definitely went out to vote, and was so happy to not be in some of the communities in FL or elsewhere that had 2 hour or longer lines at the polls. Wow!
I couldn't really appreciate the cat farting thing until this very morning... Our new, cute little, cuddly-wuddly kitten let one rip at my feet this morning during morning shave routine that literally made me hit the fan switch while *running* from the bathroom. OH MY GOSH! I've never smelled anything worse (ok, maybe there was that one time when I came across a 10-day old road-kill, but other than that...) AAaaaaacccckkk!!! Who would have thunk it?
I not only votd, I participated in the Democratic Process from the bottom up for the first time in my life. I caucused, I precincted, I phoned and hung banners and wore buttons and gave $$ and talked to anyone who seemed to want a discussion and waved at traffic for days and generally made a fool of myself.
What I learned:
It's worth it.
'Scuse me while I go have a word with the California populace. They could use some logical thinking skills....
Oh, RYAN! I'm catching back up on blogs (see below) and have had a DEAL of fun thanks to you. Oh - your model? for the pink hat? Listen, I'm a Jewish Mother, and that kid needs to EAT. I know the fashion these days, but really....chicken soup. With matzoh balls. Some nice herring in sour cream. Maybe some...or all...of a roast chicken. Kids today! Second, I'm writing four days after the "vot" and I am proud of us (well, except for those californios who are trying to set things back, but whom I believe will be knocked back into good sense). I am optimistic in a way I'd forgotten existed over the last...oh, say EIGHT YEARS. And now, having been delighted by your blog, I'm returning to my "50,000 word novel in 30 days". It's called "NaNoWriMo" and I'm doing it!! But - there are some things I'm not giving up to do it, and visits to the Mossy Cottage are at the top of the list. Oh, and cat farts? PEEEE-YOOO! I have no great love for mousebreath either.......
I did vot, and it was great, and now I'm trying to recover from a week of not sleeping. Luckily, I found change.org, which everybody else knew about but I didn't, so now I have lots of space for my now empty obsessive following of the election time.
Hopw you're well out there, too, this Saturday.
Be careful about "plat of cak"!!! Given what I've just learned about the Dutch meaning of "kak" -- I don't think that's what you meant.... XO
Funny coincidence. I have been thinking about Dan Quayle recently. His spelling is at least as good as Sarah Palin's geography.