Monday, June 30, 2008

We Can Has Blog Posts?

Yes, I know I owe you a post about our trip to Kansas City and the world famous Jesse James House. I also owe you a post of the end of our Star Wars marathon and the last day of our honeymoon. They're all coming eventually, and since it's been so long for some of them, you didn't even remember and what a lovely surprise it'll be when I hop to it.

For now, look at some watermelon carvings and some hand paintings and some really impressive chalk paintings.

Does looking photoshopped make a picture better, or just less plausible? Discuss.

Monday, June 23, 2008

All the Cool Doozers are Doing It

Forward to about 3:40 to hear the Doozers Knitting song. It;s from the episode of the Fraggles where the Doozers stop building and take up knitting instead.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Ministry of Silly Walks

If you don't read Antonia's blog, then you had really ought to. I don't remember whose blog first linked to her, but since I've started subscribing to her blog, she's been consistently hilarious.

In lieu of anything of my own to report (aside from a completed ballband dishcloth I made for a work friend in thanks for her putting up with me and my Don Music ways)

Anyway, her latest post has a video (scroll down) of her husband attempting to teach their 18-month old to do a silly walk a la Monty Python.

I find this particularly interesting because:
  1. His Awesomeness will undoubtedly engage in this exercise with our theoretical, eventual offspring.
  2. He already does silly walks while we're walking down the street just to see if I'm paying attention.
  3. College friend and commenter Karl has 2 kids and if he hasn't taught them each at leas 2 silly walks, then I don't know him at all.


Thursday, June 19, 2008

Steak Soup

Or, more accurately, Peter Luger Steak Soup. The steak of 2 that we ordered actually made 2 meals for the both of us and there was still plenty of meat on the bone that they packed in with our leftovers. I wanted to just pick off the extra meat, gnawing on the delicious bone if need be, but His Awesomeness vetoed that plan of action. Oh no, he wanted to make soup!

So how do you make steak soup?

Well, I sauteed some onions, added some water and then threw the bone in there.

After it boiled and simmered for a long while, I added more veggies, some herbs, barley, 2 cans of white beans and at the last minute decided that it needed some frozen spinach.

And here is the bone, all picked clean.

Sometimes being a carnivore is fun.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Well, This About Sums it Up

Genius, just genius. I wish I could show it to every republican I know without starting a huge fight. I had a good friend at my last job who would get all Bill O'Reilly crazed and worked up whenever we discussed gun control, so we had to agree never to discuss the subject ever again.

But given the opportunity, I will ask people why they think I don't deserve health insurance. Because if I weren't hitched, going part time to change careers/follow my bliss/whatevs, I'd be able to get health insurance through COBRA for 18 months and then I'd be shit out of luck. As it is we're paying for the insurance ourselves (HA works for a small company) and it costs about the same as COBRA, which is so much that it might be cheaper just to pay for everything out of pocket, but the consequences of getting sick or injured while uninsured are too dire to risk it. And I'm still one of the lucky ones.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Crappy Birthday to Me

A couple of weeks ago my 37th birthday was squished in among working, writing and going out of town the next day. I didn't much care since HA & I had already gone to Peter Luger's to celebrate both our birthdays and I would be getting a nice dinner and some Carvel cake. It was even looking up to be a great birthday because the day before, I grumped into the office to find a card from my co-workers.

But on the day of, the weather was stormy, which meant the barometric pressure was dropping, which meant I spent most of the day with a migraine that refused to be affected by any of the medicine I was throwing at it. (Thanks to some insurance nonsense, I had some migraine meds, but not the magic pills that really do make it all better.) At least I was working from home. But since I was going away the next day, there were some things that absolutely had to get done. I managed to take an afternoon nap and that improved things enough so I could finish my work.

Holy fuck that was a doozy. I was even in pain the next day, though it subsided in time for our flight. Any helpful migraine hints, send 'em my way. I've been taking certain vitamins suggested by a co-worker and they've helped quite a bit.

Anyway, so 37. Today I discovered a site that tells you what other people accomplished at your age.

At age 37:

After four years, Michelangelo finally finished painting the ceiling.

Jersey Joe Walcott became the oldest man ever to win the world's heavyweight boxing title.

Charles Dickens wrote David Copperfield, considered to be his greatest work.

Esther ("Eppie") Pauline Friedman Lederer took over the "Ann Landers" advice column. Her twin sister, Pauline Phillips, began writing the "Dear Abby" column under the pseudonym Abigail Van Buren. They became known for their common sense advice on subjects such as not pretending to be someone you're not.

Opera singer Beverly Sills finally achieved international prominence in a production of Handel's Julius Caesar.

Earl Vickers became the first person to translate the entire Bible into Pig Latin.

Michael Lusher slept through a gunshot to the head.

Playing this game wasn't as depressing as I thought it would be. I used to read Ann Landers and Dear Abby and sometimes they gave some pretty crappy advice. I have not just spent 4 years painting a ceiling just to have it visited by hordes of tourists in fanny packs. And although I haven't been spending years focusing on my writing (or opera singing career) so that I'll be facing huge success this year, I'm putting more time and effort into my writing than I have since grad school (except this time I also know how to sell the damn stuff). And I'm not the oldest person to make this career change--my teacher has a student in her 60s who even took an internship at a publication and has over 100 clips so far.

So I'm doing OK. And I picked up my magic pills last weekend, so I'm good to go.

Coming soon...posts with pictures!

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Shameless Self Promotion, Part 2 in a Series

I've recently joined the blogging team at Big Think. It's an interesting site chock full o' video interviews with experts. Check it out and let me know if you find new favorite experts. Me, I wanna keep Rabbi Schmuley in my pocket.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Home Again, Home Again

Back from a long weekend going to a family wedding and visiting the in-laws. After just a few June days in the midwest, I understand central air. (Most houses and buildings in NYC were built before central air was invented, so it always struck me as this weird thing that no one actually needs. Boy, have I learned better.)

I can't quite think straight thanks to the heat wave and massive amount of stuff I have to do and places I need to go. Somehow, this didn't prevent me from falling down the You Tube rabbit hole and finding a clip I've been looking for almost since I first saw it on TV.

So in lieu of any actual knitting content or photos, which I totally have and am going to upload, no I really mean it, I give you Carrie Fisher's speech from when the American Film Institute gave George Lucas a Lifetime Achievement award.

And in case you haven't seen William Shatner opening the show:

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Is it just me?

Or is everyone else just tickled that Shania Twain is getting a divorce?

It's that stupid "That Don't Impress Me Much" song from a few years back. Even then, I thought, oh, you're not impressed by attractive intelligent men? That Mutt Lange guy must really be something else and a half for you to be so damn smug.

And then he went and cheated on her. Allegedly.

This is what we get for writing and recording self-satisfied songs about how unimpressive men who are not our husband are.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

"My Name is Jen...

and I'm a knitaholic."

"Hi Jen."

I've been edgy the past few nights, unable to settle down and go to sleep. I finally figured it out. I like to sit and knit and watch TV for a bit before going to bed. It helps me to wind down, which can be a challenge since I'm a night person. Given a choice, I'd be all, "mornings, what are those?"

So it turns out that I NEED to sit and knit and watch TV to go to sleep. But my finger is not cooperating. Yesterday at work, I tried to snap my fingers to make a point and caused myself excruciating pain. I may need to try some gentle knitting tonight before bed, or take some Valerian root.

In the meantime, in honor of my continued inability to flip the bird, here's a moderately unsafe for work clip of Flight of the Conchords learning how to flip the bird.

Sunday, June 1, 2008


Project monogamy and the Log Cabin Blanket do not mix. In fact, any project that involves the same stitch over and over again (say, garter stitch flat, or stockinette in the round) is not a candidate for project monogamy. Because the repetitive motion pain does not care that I'd rather bring this big honking wedding gift on the plane to the midwest than to mail it later. The pain only cares about becoming more excruciating when you try to keep knitting.

By the time I came to my senses and admitted temporary defeat, it even hurt to work on other projects for a while. It was starting to get better, but super-genius that I am, I got my finger caught in the door to the garbage room. It's a big, heavy door and it was a few minutes before the pain subsided enough for me to try to straighten out my hand to see if anything was broken. It's not broken, and since I don't bruise easily, I don't even have a cool photo to show you.

But rest assured:
  1. It hurts like my whole finger should be many interesting and disturbing shades of purple.
  2. It hurts to knit.
  3. I keep bumping it into anything I possibly can, thereby keeping the bruise from healing.
  4. It's my left middle finger, so I can't flip anyone off if my right hand is full.
  5. Ow.

But that's OK because my hands have been busy wrapped around my mouse as I've become an eensy bit hooked on PMOG, the Passively Multiplayer Online Game. It's an add-on to Firefox and I'm still not entirely sure how it works, but I'm a Level 4 Pathmaker and I'm really looking forward to making it to Level 5. Not that I really get anything when that happens, but still.

The major way it works, or the major way I've been using it is just to go to websites and you get points for doing that (hence the passive part). I've also been taking missions. Players create missions, which is really just a way to visit a bunch of sites that you might not have known about. Missions don't take much time and if you find a site you like, all the better.

Is anyone else playing?