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Feb. 4th, 2004 02:11 amhttp://www.lnt.com/product/index.jsp?productId=1357330 Is $20 too much for a coat rack? Maybe I'll just nail a few pegs into the wall...
So, waiting for double-pointed needles to come. Practicing with spare bit of yarn currently. Order of stitches learned: stockinette, rib, seed, garter. ^^;; I think I like the seed stitch the most thus far. :) *So* very ready to knit during anime club!
Each type of weather has its annoyances.
- For example, the thing I hated the most about all those wet winters was the wet bike seat that makes it look like you've peed in your pants, and the dusty squelch of wet garage-sale helmet of 10+ years that left a faint black mark on my forehead that required rubbing.
- With snow, the thing I hate the most is putting soggy socks into soggy shoes.
- with sub-zero temperature, I don't like my cheekbones.
- with summer, I don't like the wet sticky feeling that comes from wearing clothes.
On the other hand, there are many delights to each type of weather...
- I love trying to dodge between the large beads of rain that drop from the overhangs. I love the sound and sight of rain hitting wood.
- I love bouncing through fresh snow, or slip-sliding on the mush. I also love the sight of snow accumulated on trees.
- with sub-zero temperature, I love waddling like a matronly walrus. It's a very contented, grounded feeling.
- with hot humid summers... there's nothing I like about summer except eating a popsicle while dodging from shop to shop in Shanghai.
THE MOUSE IS BACK! I heard rustling, and after some probing, found my sunflower seeds munched on. AND MY FISH JERKY WAS RIGHT THERE! omg, I was examining every inch of the fish jerky to see if he broke into the bag. Don't think I'll get mouse-rabies from the sunflower seeds, though. What happened was that, to minimize the number of trips to Chinatown, I bought lots of snacks and stored them in my closet. Bad move. The rest can be easily surmised.
Being new to this dealing with people on an individual basis, I've realized that my association with people is very vague and nebulous. Wonder sometimes what other people actually see as me. Sometimes the answers can be surprising, and I wonder if that's really me at all. Maybe the base problem is that I don't know what to view of myself. I just ... be and let be.
Add: ( probably the most amusing email I've received today: ) And that's with the debate over the existence of minutes, parsecs as distance and/or time, the sexuality of a Ben Boy who signs himself as Ben Girl, and the RoundaTon measure of existence from the [Tufts] list.
So, waiting for double-pointed needles to come. Practicing with spare bit of yarn currently. Order of stitches learned: stockinette, rib, seed, garter. ^^;; I think I like the seed stitch the most thus far. :) *So* very ready to knit during anime club!
Each type of weather has its annoyances.
- For example, the thing I hated the most about all those wet winters was the wet bike seat that makes it look like you've peed in your pants, and the dusty squelch of wet garage-sale helmet of 10+ years that left a faint black mark on my forehead that required rubbing.
- With snow, the thing I hate the most is putting soggy socks into soggy shoes.
- with sub-zero temperature, I don't like my cheekbones.
- with summer, I don't like the wet sticky feeling that comes from wearing clothes.
On the other hand, there are many delights to each type of weather...
- I love trying to dodge between the large beads of rain that drop from the overhangs. I love the sound and sight of rain hitting wood.
- I love bouncing through fresh snow, or slip-sliding on the mush. I also love the sight of snow accumulated on trees.
- with sub-zero temperature, I love waddling like a matronly walrus. It's a very contented, grounded feeling.
- with hot humid summers... there's nothing I like about summer except eating a popsicle while dodging from shop to shop in Shanghai.
THE MOUSE IS BACK! I heard rustling, and after some probing, found my sunflower seeds munched on. AND MY FISH JERKY WAS RIGHT THERE! omg, I was examining every inch of the fish jerky to see if he broke into the bag. Don't think I'll get mouse-rabies from the sunflower seeds, though. What happened was that, to minimize the number of trips to Chinatown, I bought lots of snacks and stored them in my closet. Bad move. The rest can be easily surmised.
Being new to this dealing with people on an individual basis, I've realized that my association with people is very vague and nebulous. Wonder sometimes what other people actually see as me. Sometimes the answers can be surprising, and I wonder if that's really me at all. Maybe the base problem is that I don't know what to view of myself. I just ... be and let be.
Add: ( probably the most amusing email I've received today: ) And that's with the debate over the existence of minutes, parsecs as distance and/or time, the sexuality of a Ben Boy who signs himself as Ben Girl, and the RoundaTon measure of existence from the [Tufts] list.
