Okay, once again proof that you can link all things in life to Supernatural, I have to admit that I have pulled a Sam. For those of you who watch the show, you will understand this–for those of you who have the good sense to avoid this obsession, let me explain. Sam Winchester is the… Read More

But pretty fucking funny… OKay– I promise a real blog later on tonight, but, uhm, while indulging my sick and sad obsession, I stumbled across this, which, no matter who is mouthing the words, really is pretty fucking funny…

I’ve been getting gifts. Little/big gifts. Supremely welcome gifts. Makes me wish I was a better person to deserve them gifts. I mean, how am I going to keep up the appearance of being an angsty, neurotic mess when the universe keeps showering me with rewards for having good taste in friends? I can’t–so today,… Read More

Let’s see if blogger will post pictures… (and because my damned computer just ate four pages of Rampant and I’m PISSED!) Now, I’m going to go pick the Cave Troll up from kindergarten (I’m off today) and hopefully, by the time we get back, there will be pix! (Tada! The knitting pic has my fingerless… Read More

I couldn’t figure out why my writing brain seemed to be drying up… I mean, it was revving at a mile a minute most days, why couldn’t I seem to put anything on the screen? And then I fell asleep…HARD… last night at around 9:30, and it occurred to me: You have to have sleep… Read More

I’ve really got nothin’ this time! Kid’s okay, me okay, knitting okay (more than okay, actually–I’m really hitting a KNIT MORE groove.) This means that for me, it’s all about the TV. You guys know what my favorite is– (*Channelling Springsteen, who, btb, rocked my world as always when he played the Superbowl: Do I… Read More

Item the first–my aunts and I went to visit my grandpa in the care home yesterday. It was great to see him, and he was very lucid. That’s the short version. The long version is that Time is a sadistic mother fucker, and I know when he starts taking strips out of me, I’m gonna… Read More

You may remember this stage of my writing neurosis from last year–it’s called the FOR CRIMINIES SAKE SOMEONE REVIEW MY FREAKIN’ BOOK! *sigh* Uhm, yeah– I’m not good at this part. (I’m not good at any of the parts– what the hell is wrong with me? Why would I want to do this for a… Read More

some sort of exhaustion wall just popped up and I splatted into it–but fortunately I’d already cleared the ‘Supernatural’ hurtle, which was a good thing, because tonight’s episode ROCKED. (Poor Dean–to have the absolute truth about himself shouted into a high school hall, when he’d tried so hard to hide it… OUCH!) Of course the… Read More

Okay–my older daughter’s obsession with Top Chef has just got to stop. We’ve already discussed this–calling me a cook is like calling 50 cent a skein acrylic “yarn”. Yes, it’s true in the technical sense, but nobody wants to eat at my house just like nobody wants to knit with that “yarn”, right? Well, it… Read More