A Few Things I Need

A Few Things I Need: 1

1. I need to stop seeing the phrase “threw up in my mouth a little” on blogs and blog comments. Not only is it a disgusting image, it is trite, people. I was shocked when I saw Wendy use it over at Knit and Tonic (since she seems to be much classier than that), and I was dumbfounded to see it in the comments on Franklin’s blog (since his readers seem to be much classier than that, too.) 2 Well, on Franklin’s blog it was used in response to Ann Coulter, and if anything is going to make me throw up in my mouth a little, it’s Ann Coulter. Or the Bush administration. Or cooked raisins. Anyhow… where was I? Oh, yes, throwing up in your mouth. Keep it to yourselves, cats and kittens, and when you do decide to go through with it, I hope you inhale particles of vomitus and come down with a fatal case of aspiration pneumonia, thereby making this world a better place.

2. I need to finish that damned sweater. I’ve been working on it since July, for crying out loud. Once I finish That Damned Sweater, I can start swatching for the next Damned Sweater. 3

3. I need pain killers that work, or I need to stop being in pain. I’ll take either. I’m flexible with this one.

4. I need to figure out what the heck is going on with my Morrowind mods (and yes, I’ve used Wrye Mash to clean my saves). Mods that have worked just swimmingly before now don’t work at all — No Shield Effect and Delayed Dark Brotherhood Attacks are two that readily come to mind. I’m thinking there’s something wrong with the scripts.  I hate working with scripts and, no, I’m not explaining any of this to any non-gamers here. Your eyes would glaze over.

5. I (well, WE) need to go grocery shopping. We have reached dangerously low levels of cat food, kitty litter, toilet paper, laundry soap, and food. We’re down to the canned soup and ramen noodles. It’s getting ugly. We also need Halloween candy, maybe even a bag or two for the trick-or-treaters. Miniature Butterfingers sound very good to me right now.

6. I need yarn.

7. I need to figure out how I’m going to sneak a spinning wheel plant stand and a herd of sheep philodendron into HunterXan’s house.

8. I need a pair of rhinestone-encrusted cats-eye sunglasses, a cigarette holder, a Bella Abzug wig, and a highly-cooperative sheep. I’m not explaining this one, either.

Bella Abzug

9. I need to sit in that lovely courtyard café Bwecca and I discovered on the Ile de la Cite with a bottle of red wine, several pain de chocolate, and a starving artist/jazz saxophonist named Jacques The Husband.

10. I need new underwear, more bookcases, yarn, more than 24 hours in the day to get all the things done that I want to get done, yarn, cat snorgling, and a pedicure — not necessarily in that order. Oh, and a nap. And a pony. And throw in some World Peace while you’re at it.

I’m fairly easy to please. No acrylic. Kthanxbye.

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  1. Franklin over at The Panopticon handled this topic much more deftly. I adore Franklin’s blog, and since a comment on one of his recent posts led to my own post today, I thought I would do a compact, referential thing here with the title. []
  2. C’mon, they have discussions about landscape rooms and Buddenbrooks over there; it’s a well-read group. []
  3. That would be the Harry Potter fan-grrrl sweater in House Ravenclaw colors. Originally, I was going to do it from the Quidditch Sweater pattern in Charmed Knits, but once I realized it would be more never-ending 2 x 2 ribbing, I decided to do it as a top-down raglan instead. []

3 Responses to “A Few Things I Need”

  1. Erin Says:

    Ooooh! A pony! I need a pony too! So Jacques and I can ride off into the sunset together.

    Are you already filled with dreams of the next damned sweater? What will it be?

  2. Octopus Knits Says:

    The ginormous horses I saw at Rhinebeck (with the guy riding around on their backs) were kind of like ponies…world peace would be really nice…

  3. He-who-learned-to-cook-from-watching-PBS Says:

    Groceries as pain permits. I’m allergic to horses, so I’m not sure I mind Jacques, but burn your laundry in the back yard. Don’t even bring it into the house. I keep wanting to buy a used saxophone and she complains when I plug in my guitar?? I need comfort food, I’m off to assemble a dish of enchiladas.

    Whoa, got excited there for a moment… peed a little.