Saturday, October 30, 2004

Stay tuned for "Teaching Satan to Knit: A Memoir."

Monday, October 25, 2004

Have I told you lately how much I hate Halloween? Well, I do. I'm down with the whole premise, right up to the point where giddy, giggly idiots try to force grown persons who know better into costumes. Look, I will put on kitty ears and draw some whiskers and meow at the trick-or-treaters, but what purpose is served by shoving me into a superhero costume against my will? At the last moment (to me) the theme was changed from rockstars to superheroes. Oobleck. Maybe I should dress as Madame Curie. There is no superhero that I want to be badly enough to dress up in costume. I'm plenty uncomfortable enough in my own skin without adding someone else's idiotic outfit to the mix, not to mention that as a female superhero, said outfit was probably designed by a socially inept young guy who lives with his mother--not a demographic that usually influences my fashion choices.

I am so grumpy today. Things just aren't going my way. Bah.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Two people in twenty-four hours have come up to me and said, "Hey, I found your blog!"
All I can really respond with is, "Holy shit! Are you in it?"

So I figured I had better post, to keep up appearances, you know.

There's been no catastrophes, I'm still knitting, still running the household (into the ground...), etc., etc., etc.

One reason I've been AWOL is that I started cocktailing weekends at this little bar in my neighborhood, and because it is profoundly easier than any of my existing jobs, I've been hanging out there perhaps a smidge more than is strictly necessary.

The other reason is that the new preschool board started meeting over the summer, giving me migraines, determined to make the world a better place one person at a time, starting with me. This produced deep, lasting Computer Aversion. I call it the Email Shitstorm.

We have to dress in costume for work, so if you happen to be in the Arvada area Halloween weekend and really want to do it up, check out the D'Note. I'll be the one slinging drinks dressed as Josie, of Pussycats fame. I'll let you buy me a shot.

Interesting; Mr. Rogers, who as we all know wore sweaters handknit by his mother, was born in Latrobe, PA, which is the hometown of my favorite beer, Rolling Rock. I've been informed that Rolling Rock is kind of a wussy beer, but clearly this cannot be so as I drink it.

Slainte. Oh, and hi, Alex.