Knitting and cetera
Latest project: socks with the tops done in vandyke faggoting. I did it for the name of the pattern. I can die happy now. Bury me, in my vandyke faggot socks, 'neath the lone prairie.
I miss my sister so much. It was a lovely visit. Sigh. More visits please. Next time we'll...do other stuff. Yeah, that's what we'll do. Though maybe we can go back to the Shanghai exhibit and I'll REALLY sneak photos of the Art Deco furniture for reproduction in Second Life.
But gothchick_marie will be here in about 2 weeks! Yay! Road trip! We are going to stay at Deetjen's in Big Sur and have lunch at Nepenthe on the way down to L.A.
Sleepy. Work is hellish--I took 98 calls today, and that didn't even put a dent in the overall stampede. If dent is the right word. We got over 1000 calls. In. Sane.
sternest: Hi!
webuser: Hi, lovah.
sternest: Oh! Hi! Lav.
webuser: Ahem. I'll wait. Go ahead. Second door on the right.
sternest: Warm agile, coolheaded sainthood. Rotten high.
webuser: That's a damn shame. But what shall I do about work? I am having strange dreams because of the overwork.
sternest: Ha Ha! Lambast stimulant death wish. Hot ravaging to famous break down. OK brave temerous screwhead.
webuser: But I don't want to. That's much too radical a solution.
sternest: Witch-hunt toad taboos to mutant. Lout as in cordial.
webuser: That's it? Sheesh. You're some help.
sternest: I'm the heathy, spoutless heroes.
webuser: Yes you are. Well, good night, lovah. Smooch.
sternest: Yo-ho-ho! Devoutly agile wrangles. Smooch.
Random photograph:
I have this so that I can make wigs of Mae West's hair in Second Life. Nice, isn't it?
I miss my sister so much. It was a lovely visit. Sigh. More visits please. Next time we'll...do other stuff. Yeah, that's what we'll do. Though maybe we can go back to the Shanghai exhibit and I'll REALLY sneak photos of the Art Deco furniture for reproduction in Second Life.
But gothchick_marie will be here in about 2 weeks! Yay! Road trip! We are going to stay at Deetjen's in Big Sur and have lunch at Nepenthe on the way down to L.A.
Sleepy. Work is hellish--I took 98 calls today, and that didn't even put a dent in the overall stampede. If dent is the right word. We got over 1000 calls. In. Sane.
sternest: Hi!
webuser: Hi, lovah.
sternest: Oh! Hi! Lav.
webuser: Ahem. I'll wait. Go ahead. Second door on the right.
sternest: Warm agile, coolheaded sainthood. Rotten high.
webuser: That's a damn shame. But what shall I do about work? I am having strange dreams because of the overwork.
sternest: Ha Ha! Lambast stimulant death wish. Hot ravaging to famous break down. OK brave temerous screwhead.
webuser: But I don't want to. That's much too radical a solution.
sternest: Witch-hunt toad taboos to mutant. Lout as in cordial.
webuser: That's it? Sheesh. You're some help.
sternest: I'm the heathy, spoutless heroes.
webuser: Yes you are. Well, good night, lovah. Smooch.
sternest: Yo-ho-ho! Devoutly agile wrangles. Smooch.
Random photograph:
I have this so that I can make wigs of Mae West's hair in Second Life. Nice, isn't it?