These are the end times


So Starbucks is going through training the new staff, and therefore they are going through the motions of making new things. Not a problem.

However, they are giving away what they make.

Even worse is that, although the place is packed, no one is picking the drinks up.

Except me. After a suitable interval of five or so minutes.

So, all the time from noon to now, I’ve had:

A caramel machiatto
An iced coffee
A cappachino with extra whip
Two samples of their sandwiches
A sample of their chocolate coffeecake
A very berry hibiscus refresher

No, I’m not vibrating, it’s the earthquake. There is an earthquake, right?


Letting it in


I have no idea what is going on to this tablet. Everything is just so wonky with it, crashes all over, and its just crazy. I think I might have to do a reset to see how it goes. *sigh*

How’s you guys? I am cursing the fact that I had to trip ove a shoe last night and thus spraining my right thigh and knee. Nothing major but dammit, the mere presence of it has me skipping the gym. And I was so wanting to do today’s workout…

At least I’m enjoying the knitting.


Funny back story: Getting bored with crochet, i was looking through the wonderful blog of Tin Can Knits, and they were talking about blankets. Namely, the largest, bulkiest blanket I have seen so far. I mean, look at that post and tell me that is one of the coolest things you have seen. I’ll give you time to read through the post.

Done? Good! Carrying on!

The blanket got me inspired. I looked through my stash and found lots of stash yarn that I know I am not going to use. Things like seven skeins of natural wool. Or thirteen balls of scrap. You get the idea.

So I cast on. And it is growing huge.

The pattern comes in four sizes, each one based on yarn weight. I chose the Bulky option, for which I am holding various worsted and lesser weights double (or triple). Right now it is giving me this squishy fabric that drapes rather nicely and will probably do more when blocked. Yes, I do understand the complcations that might occur when it is time for such a thing. We will do something unadvisable and ignore those complications until we are done. Or until the yarn runs out. Hm.



Im not in the best mood right now. My feet are aching, and my wrists are sore. But that’s okay, because I’m goofing off.

I am also trying out a new toy, an Android tablet, and right now, the learning curve (teething pains) is amazingly sharp. But then, I’m not used to tablets. I usually eschew them for laptops and phones. But seeing that I got this last night, I’m willing to give it a try.

It also goes to panaromic mode.

Of course, this opens interesting new vistas of my photographic genius. Or not. I might keep taking photos of my yarn projects. Or not.

I regret nothing!


Now Listening: Pizzicato Five – Domino
Mood: Horny goat

First off, the blanket is done. Off the hook. Right now it is waiting for the last of the ends to be woven in, then I’ll give it a wet block. I am very sure it will benefit from the endeavor.

Also, wow, it’s September. Where did the summer go? I blinked, and bam, gone. [I looked at the summer, and the summer was gone?] I spent most of it crocheting the blocks and putting them together. I felt my hands getting used to crocheting, so I went back last night to get a bit of knitting. Basic 2×2 ribbing swatch, nothing fancy. It did feel like my hands were getting used to the hook. No problem with that because I got a new knitting project on the way. With a bit of crochet on the side.

Also, as the yearly tradition prescribes…

I regret nothing!

I got myself a pumpkin scone. Courtesy of Starbucks, of course. I am not the kind of person to break in the dead of night and get myself a pastry. So I keep telling myself. The coffee is their dark roast, which I only get one cuppa for the most part. If I were to get a refill, it would be for something needing it. Like deadlift day, for example.


Ten Years


Now Listening: The Seatbelts – Waste Land
Mood: Grieving

I wrote this Monday to get this published today. It’ll be like a message in a bottle or such. Something read in the future.

If I could send messages to the past, I’d be in a lot of greater trouble than I am, mark my words.

Anyway, today, Tuesday, August the 2nd marks the ten year anniversary of Dad’s passing. I can still bring up that day: Mom waking me up in heart rendering sobs, telling me he’s gone, he’s gone. Me trying to contact everyone to find Mom already doing so. Everyone around me as the family pay their last respects (Diana saying that he’s missing his hat).

The wake, filled to the brim with people and with me at the very last pew, away from everyone instead of with the family. Leo, a family friend, trying to get me to go (and me with the words of Glanvill running through my head). The funeral mass and the burial, with me as one of the pallbearers. The only one who didn’t cry, and yet cried all through the years after.

The hassle and the trouble of the aftermath. The decay of the family, the way Mom crumpled into a shadow of herself. The wasted effort to try to understand the why. The wearying depressions, the timeless moments of beauty.

I’d go on, but instead, I’ll just go on with this quote from Doctor Who, who says this better than I.

The [Second] Doctor: Are you happy with us, Victoria?
Victoria: Yes, I am. At least, I would be if my father were here.
The Doctor: Yes, I know, I know.
Victoria: I wonder what he would have thought if he could see me now.
The Doctor: You miss him very much, don’t you?
Victoria: It’s only when I close my eyes. I can still see him standing there, before those horrible Dalek creatures came to the house. He was a very kind man, I shall never forget him. Never.
The Doctor: No, of course you won’t. But, you know, the memory of him won’t always be a sad one.
Victoria: I think it will. You can’t understand, being so ancient.
The Doctor: Eh?
Victoria: I mean old.
The Doctor: Oh.
Victoria: You probably can’t remember your family.
The Doctor: Oh yes, I can when I want to. And that’s the point, really. I have to really want to, to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they… they sleep in my mind and I forget. And so will you. Oh yes, you will. You’ll find there’s so much else to think about. To remember. Our lives are different to anybody else’s. That’s the exciting thing, that nobody in the universe can do what we’re doing.

What are we doing? Why, being us. Ourselves. We might be exasperated by it, angered, impatient, but, Great Father Above, we are US. None other.

And I think he will be happy with that answer.

June gremlins, massacres of memory


I am currently listening to the new Dr. Dog album, ‘The Psychedelic Swamp’ for the tenth time in these past two days. It is an awesome album, filled with crazy things; the more I hear it, the more I’m thinking there’s a tale to be spun out of these songs. I’m oddly reminded of The High Llamas’ ‘Hawaii’. *shrugs* Could be just me.

Anywho, what’s been going on? We’ve been on the seesaw with hot humidity and cool showers. This seesaw is giving the roses a treat: the Hot Cocoa is blooming their heads off with florescent coral flowers while the Chrysler Imperial is giving flushes of short-lasting crimson blossoms. Fragrant Cloud is on the verge of showing another flush, and all of the other potted cuttings are giving new growth. I am very pleased.

A while back I mentioned that I send my camera phone to the official shop to get it looked at, and Friday I received word that the phone was looked into and that it was out of warranty (duh). Because of that, I was to pay them $65 for repairs. When I called them I did say that the person who I called previously said I wouldn’t have to be charged and that it would be a free procedure. After a few minutes clarification, I learned that the phone’s lack of warranty triggered the charge. I asked them to send it back. [siiiigh] Back to the drawing board, I guess.

Speaking of looking for ways out of problems…

*yarn search*

In an effort to look for a specific color of yarn I was sure I had, I looked at all of my yarn stash, including the bin blocking the drawers. That had me thinking of reorganizing said drawers, which lead me to find I had no clean socks/underwear, which lead me to washing said underclothes. Which lead me to tidying up the closet. And Bookshelf No. 2. And finally reorganizing the yarn bins. Still didn’t find what I was looking for, so I grabbed a skein of pale blue Universal worsted wool and redyed it to a bolder sky blue. And knit with it.

New project!

The current camera phone doesn’t pick up blues well enough, but still, the gist of it is there. This test knit is on US8 needles, which gives this a slightly firm feel and a slightly stiff drape. More as I keep knitting.

In search of good coffee


“Ah, that first sip…”
-Animal Crossing: New Leaf

Sometimes I wonder what the first coffee drinker thought when he discovered what it can do to the mental state. How awake, how aware it could make you. Also, how addicting it is.

Fast forward a few thousand years. We have the stuff in supermarkets, in stores, ready and willing to be used. We have pods in which we put into machines for portion controlled servings. We have presses, we have kettles, we have filters.

But the old ways still remain the same.


In an effort to get the perfect cup, seeing that our French press isn’t working, I found that yes, you can make coffee in a pot. It was practically easy to do: boil water, add coffee, stir, remove from heat, and let it brew.


It’s pretty good. I just needed a bit more grounds in this batch. But right now, I’m getting the caffeine kicking in, so…