Note to Dear Readers: My thoroughly modern blog hostess has installed a new version of MovableType. For the most part, things are going well, but the comment count is not updating reliably when new comments are added. Dunno why. Anyhoo, in the meantime, you'll need go directly to the comments page to see if any of my crazy and wonderful readers have left anything new and interesting and witty for us to mull over.
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A very short entry today since apparently the fate of the free world—or at least the future of this great state of Washington (which I thought was in the hands of Mount St. Helens, but never mind)—apparently rests on my editing, by the end of the day, a ginormous document about databases, queries and filters. Yawn. And, that aside, in an effort to recover from what, for us, were two wild and crazy weekends in short order, we’re living life a little more placidly for the nonce. Or at least that’s how we're explaining away the five straight hours we spent playing Pitfall this weekend. Yup, started at 7pm, stopped at midnight. But by God, we whacked the crap out of a lot of porcupines, apes, crocodiles, piranhas, electric eels, noxious-gas-emitting plants, giant snowball-dropping bumblebees, and dynamite-lobbing bad guys!
I will, however, share this with you--a posting on The Woolen Rabbit containing a photo of a shaved bunny which makes me snort Coke out of my nose every time I look at it. How humiliating for Mr. Bunny, don’t you think? And do you suppose the top half of him feels drafty? Do you think he’s wishing he had a sweater out of, oh, I don’t know, angora?
Bunnies that live an alternative, fleece-optional life aside, don't miss the other photo in the same entry of the beautiful dyed wools drying in the sun. (Thank you, Kim, for posting such great photos.)
P.S. Note to Devin , the, ahem, confirmed bachelor: Devin, if you’re out there, tried to send you an email to say welcome to the Mossy Cottage family but couldn’t find an email address for you. Tried to leave a comment on your blog but didn’t wanna get a Blogger account to have to do it. Anyway, since apparently I have an insatiable need for approbation and validation, I just wanted to let you know I tried.
I would have called the blog you linked to The Woolen Wabbit but, you know, I have dain bramage. The part that really made me laugh was the name of the LYS (local yarn store?): Woolie For Ewe. Any endeavor that's ripe for puns had my full seal of approval.
Posted by: Cuzzin Tom on October 6, 2004 09:48 AMOh, the tutu sporting bunny is sad and cute and funny all at once. Goodness me. Have as happy a Wednesday as you can with your ginormous document task.
Posted by: Nathania on October 6, 2004 09:49 AMLate to the party as usual! Just wanted you to know that my early-morning drive through downtown Berkeley offered several views of skinny men pushing overloaded shopping carts while sporting head coverings not unlike yours of Monday's blog. Urban trendsetter look...
Posted by: janine on October 6, 2004 10:10 AMThanks for the mention, i am blushing:)
the Rabbit: my god the laughter, but just what coke are you snorting out the nose? (Insert dr. evil laugh here)
Why, Devin, that would be Coke-with-a-capital-c, you naughty boy.
And Janine, don't give the Dear Readers any ideas. They may already be taking up a collection to buy me my own overloaded shopping cart.
Cuzzin Tom, you should know by now there is no shortage of puns in the knitting world. And, you, m'dear, are only making it worse.
Nathania, thanks for the words of encouragement. The ginormous document is nearing completion.
Posted by: Ryan on October 6, 2004 12:55 PMHow is Faina coming along Ms. Ryan...have you been able to get back to her after The Claw Incident? I'm exactly at the start of row 100, and darn pleased about it too.
Re: Coke vs coke.... So....Diet Coke? Classic Coke? Coke with Lime? Caff. Free Coke? C2? That was my first thought of what "kind" of coke. Gawd...ala Rachel (yarnagogo), I AM a soccer mom, aren't i? sigh.
Posted by: Lisa in Oregon on October 6, 2004 01:14 PMin about a week's time you have used not only the word 'entrails' but now 'nonce'!! i bow to this accomplishment-
isn't it sad how work so often tends to interrupt what should be our sybaritic lives??
stay happy-
Posted by: barb in texas on October 6, 2004 01:42 PMNote to TMK: I think we would all enjoy a photo of Ryan snorting coke -- er, I mean Coke -- out of her nose!
Posted by: joan on October 6, 2004 02:12 PMLisa, what a coinkidink--I am on row 100 also (only, um--cover mouth with hand and whisper coyly--in the second pattern repeat). I am continuing with Faina but I am also giving my hand a break by working simultaneously on a sweater (for me!!!) that uses size 10 needles. More details about the sweater on Friday, if the ginormous document is done. In the meantime, isn't Faina luscious?
Barb, thank you for recognizing my attempts at shoehorning rarely used or obsolete words into the blog. It's a sickness. What can I say?
Posted by: Ryan on October 6, 2004 02:15 PM...and barb in texas is all just throwing in a little gem like "sybaritic"! How can we keep up?
Posted by: Norma on October 6, 2004 04:56 PMHarvey says "Thanks for making me star of the day!!!", even if he does look a wee bit silly...LOL. Don't be sad for him though......he is already sporting a 1 inch coat of lovely new fur, that would make any upstanding bunny envious:-)).
Posted by: Kim on October 6, 2004 07:36 PMI enjoy the word "nonce" which heretofore I had only seen in cozy, British mysteries.
Just testing to make sure I haven't messed something up.
Posted by: Sheila on October 7, 2004 12:48 PMThe first time I saw HTH all I could think of was... uhhnnnn... "Her *what?* Highness"? I had to look it up too, but before I did, I came up with a lot of interesting "T" words to insert.
Posted by: Kit on October 15, 2004 04:46 PM