vote even though it isn't a diebold machine...

Everyone, please go to http://www.eccentrikfestival.com/musik_form.shtml and vote for The Groaning. It's a friend's band and they need the votes!

Oh, a quick update:

Philadelphia sucks.

no drinks tonight

Due to Trixie's family's health issues, tonight's Birthday Fest Extravaganza has been postponed. When we have a date and time, I'll let you know (in case anyone else wanted to join us but previously couldn't).

My new shawl is the most boring knitting in the world. All knit stitch, all the time.

jane goes to the store at eight

A little Jane's Addiction for you, Jane. Thank you for the tip (no pun intended) on the Inox needles at Strings and Strands. I am in Atlanta, and I still owe you money. Maybe we can meet up so I can pay you back...

Work is overwhelming at the moment. And so, back I go.

ack! tagged!

Teach me to post before I read my comments. Stacey tagged me with this:

Idiosyncrasy Meme

id•i•o•syn•cra•sy - a structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group.

Write down 5 of your own idiosyncrasies, then if you wish, tag 5 people.

Ok, here we go.

1. I am obsessed with cheeseburgers. Mmmm, cheeseburgers. The world's most perfect food. Makes me a bad Jew, I know, completely unkosher to eat meat and dairy in the same meal. I have a gourmet appetite, I grew up with two gourmet chefs, and I was hostessing complicated 10 course meal dinner parties at the age of six where we served moussaka and other complicated dishes, and my favorite food is...a cheeseburger. I could eat cheeseburgers at every meal.

2. My body does not regulate temperature. Not in the least. I am freezing cold, freezing, ice cold, and then whammo! I am roasting to death and nothing will ever cool me off again. Twenty minutes later, I'll be freezing again. I am always diametrically opposed to the temperature sensitivities of anyone else in the room, i.e. if I am freezing, The Man Who Lives in the House is roasting, and vice versa.

3. I count drinks. Even if I am drinking heavily, I always know exactly how many drinks I have had and how many drinks everyone else at the table has had. And surrounding tables. It's unconscious, the product of being a child of an alcoholic.

4. I dig really bad movies. Like the kind they used to show on USA Up All Night. Bruce Campbell is my idol. I can watch the same really bad movie multiple times. I have even seen Maid to Order so many times I can recite the Little Richard scenes. (And any movie that Little Richard appears in is, by definition, a bad movie.)

5. I am an utterly disorganized slob. Ask me to set up a new records management system for your files? No problem! Filing my own records? No way! My mail is always in piles all over the house, and I tend to forget about it and pay all of my bills late as a result. The Man says the house looks like Hurricane Rebecca went through it after I'm home for three days. My massive closet has more clothes on the floor than on hangers, and I don't even know which ones are clean or dirty anymore, so I periodically take everything to the dry cleaner for cleaning so I can start fresh. I am incapable of keeping myself organized.

Who to tag? Trixie who still loves Trixie Belden books, Micky who also loves Harley Quinn, and eyeleen, who feels the way I do about knitting with dog hair.

a needle in a haystack?

Bah, I'm at the car dealer getting my regular car service and, amusingly enough, a software update, and I'm stuck on this suck-ass XP laptop (aka "Tallulah," my work computer). I miss my iBook.

So, I need your help, people!

The variegated green Morehouse Merino lace weight yarn? I am making a shawl with it, one which no longer appears on the Morehouse Web site, but I bought yarn and pattern at the Maryland Sheep and Wool Orgy.

So, the pattern calls for size 9-10 needles. I grabbed my Addi Turbos, size 9, and started.

And. I. Have. Never. Knit. So. Slowly. In. My. Life.

It's painful. The metal on the Addis is sticky and is slowing down my progress. The points are unbelievably dull and I find it difficult to knit into the back of a stitch. I do prefer Inox circulars, but I can't find them easily anymore. I am an instant gratification girl and I need new needles before I leave for Philadelphia next week.

So, any needle tips from you out there in blogland? I'll try anything.

Rabbitch just IMed me that she was drunk. Ah, the good old days of last week, when I came home drunk and after 2 AM every morning for two weeks...

Vitriola (aka "Anonymous Bitch Who Posts Lists of Mix Tapes I Made Her in Junior High"), this site is for you.

i am so sure this is wrong.

I stole this from Trixie's site.

Your Career Type: Conventional

You are orderly and good at following a set plan. Your talents lie in working with written records and numbers in a systematic, orderly way. You would make an excellent: Bank Teller - Bookkeeper - Court Clerk Mail Carrier - Post Office Clerk - Secretary Timekeeper - Title Examiner - Typist The worst career options for your are artistic careers, like comedian or dancer.

What's Your Ideal Career?

Why am I kvetching? Wouldn't the above description sound just perfect for someone who's, oh, say, a records manager? However, I insist that I am not a normal records management type.

It's just wrong, I tell you.

August 15th for my drinks. Any and all are welcome. Rabbitch, you'd have to come here, sweetie.

want to stalk me?

I am trying out a widget I just downloaded for Dashboard, part of the new Mac OS Tiger. I haven't really gotten into the whole Dashboard thing, but this widget allows me to post to my blog without going through the hassle of logging in, etc. We'll see if it works.

So, since everyone is confused about where I am at any given moment, let me address that: So am I.

I was in DC for the past two weeks, and got back to Atlanta on Saturday. I'll be here for three weeks, and then back to DC for two weeks. However, next week I'm off to Philadelphia for three days, and the week after I go to Athens for a day. and then sometime in September, I go to Chicago. No Stitches East for me!

I am, however, open to drinks or something else, as Hockey Mom once suggested in celebration of the glory of me! Two weeks from now works for me. Anyone else in?

and she's across the finish line!

Guess what, everyone?Yes! I finished Trixie's scarf, just in time for her birthday. A warm cashmere scarf, given in the middle of July in Atlanta.

Works for me.

What am I working on now?Winding this glorious lace weight merino I bought at Maryland Sheep and Orgy. Two hours, and I am only this far.Oh well, I shall persevere. Someday, maybe, I'll get to cast on again...

i can breathe again (but who knows about my breath...)

Ok, everyone, I was able to find a new place in DC. I move in when I come back here at the end of August. That means I have two days to pack up everything I have in my pigsty of a room and have it ready to move on August 28th, when I return.

So, the other night, after leaving work at midnight, I went with a co-worker (The General) to ummm...get a beer. When we finally found a place (12:45 AM), we had a beer. And then another. And then the bartender asked us to try out shots. So we had a few of those, and then a couple more beers. And at 3 AM, when the bartender got off work, we went and got chocolate shakes nearby. So I got home, unbelieveably inebriated, at about 4:30 AM, and yes, I had work the next day. Somehow I was sober enough at 4:30 to realize that suddenly my new toothbrush was the only toothbrush in the toothbrush holder in the bathroom I share with one of my roommies. And it was wet. I moved it, as a test, brushed my teeth with my finger, and stumbled into bed.

And when I woke up still drunk, later that morning? Yes, the toothbrush had been moved. And it was newly wet.

Who the fuck steals someone's toothbrush?

Two nights ago, my roomie told me she had been suddenly experiencing tooth problems.

Ahhh, karma...