Randoms Wait for No Wednesday

You know, I love Mozilla, I do.  It keeps my passwords in just the way I like, and makes lovely little toolbar buttons that let me check my email.  But the damn thing just closes itself up at random intervals with no warning at all.  It's not even one of those "Netscape has encountered a problem and needs to close" things.  It's just, hello, no more browser.  It often does this when I'm sending email, but sometimes it just decides it's tired and unappreciated and it's going home.  And this, when I have an open window with a half-composed blog post?  I do not like.  Thank you for listening.

Now to get on with the randoms.

• So that little chain letter meme thing was fun, huh?  Thanks for playing, people.
• The swing coat is still a great knit, but I'm at that point in the top-down raglan--anyone who has knitted a top-down raglan knows this point--at which I have simply an unreasonable number of stitches on the needle.  I have like 10 more rows until I can divide the body and sleeves, but those 10 rows might as well be a whole sweater, because it is taking FOR EVER.  I'm stalling on the picture-taking because it still looks like a lump.  I figure when I divide the sleeves I can try it on and take a more decent picture.  It's all down hill after that.
• The house is kind of freaking us out, because it's SO GROWN UP.  It's all fancy and shit with the dramatic bookshelf lighting and the grand piano and the fireplace and all.  Now it's completely over, because we just got one of these:       It looks kind of cheesy in the picture, but it's actually quite nice.  At least I think it will be when it gets to our house.  But we've got this gorgeous, fabulous living room and I love it completely, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it freaks me out a little.  It wasn't that long ago that we realized that decorating with milk crates after 30 is no longer cute and edgy, but tips right over into the category of sad.  I suppose things have changed a little, huh?
• I blame Imbrium. Weffriddles.  This crap could keep you up for weeks.  Don't blame me.  It's all Imbrium's fault.  Really.
• Finally, I'd like to tell you about my ass.  Well, okay, about the present I got from my good friend Wooly Headed Ruth.  She sent me back my spalted birch spindle that was sojourning with blogless Manise (which has apparently spawned plenty of enablement without even the benefit of my presence, causing, apparently, the Spindlewood Co. to run out of spalted birch.  I'm here to help).  She threw in a little birthday gift.   While the oldness of my ass may be questioned by some (particularly those with asses older than my own), its tiredness is unquestioned.  And it will be soaked, happily.  Thanks, Ruth!

Comments

[JoVE]

Okay, this probably says a lot about me, but I really had to look hard at that photo to realize that it is bath stuff. At first glance I presumed it was a can of beer. But then nice beer doesn't come in cans. Though it sometimes has funny names (Bishop's Finger comes to mind; very nice beer).

[Imbrium]

Tee hee hee. I'm on 57...I've been here for a few days now.

I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. Puzzles are good for you! Or something.... ;)

[Lucia]

OK, so I clicked the link, and I already have no clue. My ass is way older than yours. Also my brain. Can I take a nap on your couch?

[Carole]

I hate to break this to you but it's okay to live in a house decorated for grown ups. Because you. are. a. grown. up.

[Ruth]

You're more than welcome ... use it in good health.

(I think the sofa looks great ... very cozy. Is it positioned in front of the fireplace?)

[Kristen]

oh my. I'm not so sure that I'll match your decor and might need to sleep in the kids room. In fact, if it's at all possible, my car might need to be parked down the street - because it'll bring down the average age and property value.

(the image of a wheel and grand piano in the same room...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....)

[julia fc]

excuse me? grand piano? ::cough:: man oh man. I didn't see that one coming.
(just so you know: I have a baby steinway myself) But dude!
You *are* grown-up.

[maryse]

i have an old victorian upright.

hmmm i don't even get weffriddles. wouldn't even know whwere to start. and when i go to the forums, i've got snot nosed geeks telling me (or someone like me) that it's so easy. little fuckers.

[maryse]

also i love the couch.

[Laurie]

The spindle was bad enough, and now you want me to click on the damn link? NFW.

Really.

No.

Just forget it.

Shit.

[Faith]

No, sorry, I think I have to blame you. I've been at it for hours (on 32 now), and am lucky I'm between assignments...I may not leave the house for days, or more...

Grownup is not a bad thing. If I had a house, rather than an apartment, I may consider it as well.

Going to bed now, really. No more weffriddles for now, really.

[Kathy]

My tired old ass could use some of that. Your living room sounds divine -- lovely and warm and reflective of you. And besides, it's okay being a grown-up, you can buy whatever you want when you go to the market :-) I have already clicked on Spindlewood Co. because I am very, very weak, but am backing away from the monitor. (See above about buying candy, same applies to spindles.)

[Rachel H]

Grand piano? I'm not sure there's a room in my home big enough to hold a grand piano. Unless it doubled as a dining table.

I had to send my baby grand back to my Dad's when the boychild needed more space to play. Sigh.

[The Feminist Mafia]

I was having the same problem with the size of my new house. It seems so huge. So grown up. Even ... indulgent?

And Weffriddles. Damn you! When I get fired, we're coming out there to sleep on your couch. :-) And I'm stuck on #3 after about 20 minutes of play.

[The Feminist Mafia]

If a bunch of folks are playing, perhaps we need a little "I'm on #_" banner? Of course, I don't know how to make one, but perhaps someone else will??

[claudia]

Grown up is a state of mind. Trust me. You and I aren't there yet, despite the fact we have nice houses. Just sayin'.

[Juno]

God woman, I lost a whole night to downloading Firefox add-ons because of you and your cute little email button. But now I have a "right click and ye shall receive" spell checker right in the browser. Swoon. And Windows, Trillian and Firefox all have the same skin. It's a boring plain green skin, but all matchy-matchy, which I have to admit takes me to a happy place.

I'm thinking about a HELOC for renovations. Which will also be all your fault. When I'm standing in a non-substandard bathroom, I'll be grateful, but now I'm just scared.

[amysue]

Yeah. Thanks Cate. I'm stuck on 3 and while I could balme the flexoril I feel stupid and am mired in low self esteem. Heh.

[Marcy]

Woh! Nice sofa. Definitely not sad. Can I come nap on it, too?

[Ruth]

I am going to fail miserably at Weffriddles, because I can't even figure out how to get the thing started! All I can find is the forums. Help!

[Martha]

Thank goodness the adage isn't "your ass is only as old as it feels." Love the sofa, completely agree re. milkcrates after 30. Although I save them obsessively (for storage in the basement/breezeway).

[Lee Ann]

I have wicked bad couch karma, but have to wait to get rid of the two couches causing it, otherwise we won't have a place to sit. (Two oversized enormo couches from first marriage that don't fit in my apartment but they live there anyway. Quelle métaphore....)

I have a Yamaha Clavinova that belongs to my husband. Upright, fantastic, and small. Also, surrounded by crap bachelor unfinished wood furniture.

My ass is older than yours, but clearly my furniture does not realise it. :-)

[Beth S.]

And whenever Firefox up and explodes on me, it leaves a ginormous core file in my home directory. (We're Linux-based here at work.) Good times.

The sectional is leather, right? I really wanted a leather sofa (easy to clean! gets better-looking with age!) but couldn't talk my husband into it, so now we have a poly/micro/whatever blend that every bit of lint and fluff sticks to. And since I started spinning... well, yeah, we have fluff. Good on ya for the leather.

[Danielle]

Damn you. I did not know about Weffriddles until last night, and now I am on 30. And got NOTHING done today.

[lanea]

Damn. It. All. To. Hell. How can they run out of spalted birch? I don't have one--they are not allowed to run out. Birch is, essentially, my God. I am being opressed.