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Signey II (aka Otto, our zombie car) lives. I just need to check the oil every few days from now on, but the issue had been the radiator (which is is now replaced, as well as a billion other things since it couldn't be figured out at first).
We've named it Signey because of the fact of it being a car, it being a zombie, and it having issues. It's also our way of putting faith in the fact that it's going to have problems, they'll get fixed, and it'll be ok. That it's always going to be "a little fucked up", just like the actual Signey zombie-cyborg.
Oh the way home we listened to jazz, reggae, swing, and music from the 1920's-late1940's range on the radio. It felt wonderful.
I saw a girl on the way to LI that had a knitted/crocheted cirlce scarf thing (not a scarf but basically a very loose, floppy sleeve you put around your neck). No idea what they're really callled, but I went to Michaels and got alpaca yarn and started crocheting one. Today a brainstorm hit. I'll be making the base part of it about 30 chains tall (it's diameter is wide enough that I can wrap it around my neck twice), then I'm going to crochet two more much longer circles only half attached to the original circle, so that I have two (or maybe three) really long, thin pieces that I can wrap a few times.
I'll be increadibly fucking warm.
I also started looking up legwarmer patterns and glove patterns (mostly fingerless) to make yummy wonderful (possibly sexysexy) out of. Like covers for my Doc Martens.
I started using my ravelry.com account again, so if anyone has one, feel free to add (somewhitedog).
all and all, it's been a wonderful weekend.
We'll watch Pleasentville and a bunch of Smallville tonight.
I was telling him in the car how sometimes I get this random moment of semi-panic full shock that's basically 'Wow. I'm really here [with him/happy/doing this/wtf?]' and it feels wonderful and terrifying.
Ray starts my tattoos next month.
I got some huge fucking 1'' plugs from her (turquoise pair and a tiger eye pair) and a pair of big as my fucking palm wooden spirals.
Gorgeousness.
Yeah life just = good right now.
We've named it Signey because of the fact of it being a car, it being a zombie, and it having issues. It's also our way of putting faith in the fact that it's going to have problems, they'll get fixed, and it'll be ok. That it's always going to be "a little fucked up", just like the actual Signey zombie-cyborg.
Oh the way home we listened to jazz, reggae, swing, and music from the 1920's-late1940's range on the radio. It felt wonderful.
I saw a girl on the way to LI that had a knitted/crocheted cirlce scarf thing (not a scarf but basically a very loose, floppy sleeve you put around your neck). No idea what they're really callled, but I went to Michaels and got alpaca yarn and started crocheting one. Today a brainstorm hit. I'll be making the base part of it about 30 chains tall (it's diameter is wide enough that I can wrap it around my neck twice), then I'm going to crochet two more much longer circles only half attached to the original circle, so that I have two (or maybe three) really long, thin pieces that I can wrap a few times.
I'll be increadibly fucking warm.
I also started looking up legwarmer patterns and glove patterns (mostly fingerless) to make yummy wonderful (possibly sexysexy) out of. Like covers for my Doc Martens.
I started using my ravelry.com account again, so if anyone has one, feel free to add (somewhitedog).
all and all, it's been a wonderful weekend.
We'll watch Pleasentville and a bunch of Smallville tonight.
I was telling him in the car how sometimes I get this random moment of semi-panic full shock that's basically 'Wow. I'm really here [with him/happy/doing this/wtf?]' and it feels wonderful and terrifying.
Ray starts my tattoos next month.
I got some huge fucking 1'' plugs from her (turquoise pair and a tiger eye pair) and a pair of big as my fucking palm wooden spirals.
Gorgeousness.
Yeah life just = good right now.