The Half-Blood Prince

IJ looks so foreign to me. I think it said I last posted 28 weeks ago or something ridiculous like that. I've just been knitting...and crocheting...and knitting...and crocheting...and dreaming up wild, slightly insane creations of no practical use to anyone. I actually designed this blue creature pulling himself up out of his own skin through the mouth, though I haven't knitted it. And I've begun charting an intarsia high contrast design of a bloody, screaming zombie face.

I saw Half-Blood Prince (and was rather disappointed), and last Friday, on a bus to Chicago, heard the person sitting behind me chatting away to her seatmate about all the places she goes for HP-related events, and that was about as much fandom contact as I've had lately, aside from converting one of my best mates to Slytherin and then watching in horror as he began dating another of my best mates who is a Gryffindor.

So...cheers, everyone.

Did some network maint. today. Looking through my old notes from last time I did it, I found scribbled in the margin, "Shave cat?"

I am completely at a loss as to what I could have meant by this, or why I wrote it in my network maint. notes.

Accomplishment! Have both computers hooked up to a 2 port KVM switch, which means I can flip between them in two keystrokes on the same monitor - which happens to be my 42" HDTV. Yes, I am a giant dork.

(And yes I have an ergonomic keyboard)

Last night marked 1 year that Kiz and I have been writing vampires together. Huzzah!

Also, I have finished a lot of projects lately and really need to get the pics off my camera, if I ever manage to find my cord.

Someone point me in the direction of the nearest Wizarding terrorist organization with an evil overlord at the helm looking to recruit angry young witches and wizards who resent the situation and people surrounding their birth, please.

I am filled with impotent rage at both parents and suceptible to charismatic evildoers right now.

I am ready to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade. As long as I can bring my knitting.

Well I had a claim for the Lupin's Birthday challenge, but my parents are breaking up and I'm sitting with my mum who was told to get out by the drunk alcoholic when she dared be angry at him for coming home late and drunk again.

Sorry, Lupin. Sorry, lupin_snape.

I am on such a high today. I did a 40 minute workout and I have been bouncing off the frigging walls... I still hate life, I'm just hyper about it. WTF.

*points to current music* ohGr fucks my shit up. Fucks. My shit. Up. ♥ ♥ ♥

I am a Wii Fit fanatic. My primary concern was just to be moving some in the winter months since I hate the cold and could not be forced to go walk outside in winter even at gun point (Seriously, if you're going to shoot me, just shoot me. Let's not get into that 'do as I say and you might live, but even if I'm telling the truth about that, you'll be so mentally and physically scarred afterwards that you probably won't want to anyway' bullshit... okay, back to the point), but now I am to the point where, if I don't have time between full time school and work to fit in my Fit exercising, I get really cranky.

But if I do, I am...less cranky than usual. I would be willing to bet that my daily crankiness decreases by up to 40% when I exercise, but if I don't, not only am I my normal cranky self, I actually get crankier.

If that's possible.

So that's what I'm going to go do right now. Sorry internets, I know I only sneak peeks at Ravelry and Etsy these days, but you don't give me that endorphin high I'm looking for.

P.S. Twitter, I still love you.

P.P.S. Absinthe, you are almost gone, and Disaronno tastes like cough syrup compared to the wonderfully sharp way you dance 'pon my tongue. As if your dainty feet were made of tiny, adorable knives...

Okay the point is you are not allowed to leave me. Disaronno and Jager are just my rebounds.

Boredom and Snapely are sour bedfellows. They produce things like this.

While working on a program brochure, this turned up in my rough draft:

'The Population of the United States is expected to increase from about 192 million to 220 million to the year 2010. This will increase demand for clowns who wear funny noses, and the industry for long, skinny balloons is projected to triple.'

and:

'Small mammals are the largest group of trade workers, with well over 100,000 jobs that are expected to be stolen from their oppressive human overlords every year.'

Oh, I am so making these next year! They will look so perfect with my XXXmas tree

Me: I'm going to take a shower.
Dad: Oh, is it a special occasion?
Me: How's your bald spot coming?

Finally updated my Ravelry acct with all my winter projects. Am sharing a few pics here of the highlights, since non-rav users can't see them. If you can, here's a link to my projects page. Took me all night and part of this morning to get everything updated, even with bypassing my fancy Kodak picture software and editing everything in picnik on flickr. (I even ended up upgrading to paid flickr. Picnik is too damn useful and I ran out of bandwidth really fast).

( Pretty knitting photos! And, some rambling. )

I dreamt last night that I moved to a new town, and in this town, it was not uncommon for the gigantic statue head of the goddess of destruction to fall from the sky and land in people's back yards.

Soon after moving into my new house, I awoke in the morning to discover that this had happened in my back yard, and I was thrilled because it was made of broccoli and I could eat it.

I am in love.

My Absinthe should have arrived at my house on New Years Eve morning exactly...which would have been perfect...but the mail person wouldn't drive up my driveway because it was snowing! So instead I got a little ticket telling me I could pick it up today.

I worked the day shift, so when I get done at 3, that is where I am headed!

Finally.

My f-list is innundated with FIC FIC FIC ART FIC ART FIC and I'm like '...meh...'

If only there was a good way to grab my own shoulders and shake some sense into myself. Maybe if I just turn the lights out, close the shades, and then try to walk across my room, I'll fall, hit my head, and knock some sense into myself.

Also (opinion of Absinthe Original's Absinthe pending...) why am I dying to buy a bottle of Absinthe Original Beetle... so named because of the huge SPINY DEVIL WALKINGSTICK inside? Shot of protien with your absinthe?

It's like the tequilla worm. Gross things in alcohol=GOLD! Including gold.

Or there could just be something wrong with me. Certainly there is, if I'm at all interested in paying $119.55 for a bottle of alcohol.

OH BUT I AM KNITTING A SOCK. Just the one. A second may follow, but who knows.

AND yeah my Absinthe? Still not here.

I was supposed to work today but the horrible weather closed the building. Roads have even closed. HOORAY for not working, though I'll miss out on 2 extra hours.

AND I am going to enroll in Spring sepester if I can find my fucking ID.

I got an email from La Boheme UK Ltd., the makers of my Absinthe, that my order was shipped today. Today! Nine days after I paid for it. NINE. I know it's close to x-mas, but come on. That is why they make you pay for fancy shipping? So they can sit on your order for nine days?!

This Absinthe better give me fucking super powers.

I think I might go back to that thing I started doing long ago, eg., posting fic snippets I have abandoned.

Mostly, I have this utterly bizarre thing on my hard drive: A beginning to an established relationship Snupin with matchmaking!Remus greatly inspired by the BritCom As Time Goes By. I find it incomprehensible that I have written such a thing, but there it is. I usually will go back to it, read what I've written, tack on a new sentance on the end, and then close it. Then a month later, the cycle begins anew.

I'm thinking it's a bit hopeless; maybe an idea better written by... someone who writes those sort of fics. There's Severus making snarky jokes, Draco/Ginny, and former Harry/Ginny. Remus schemes to get Harry and Ginny back together, while Severus most adamantly opposes such a thing, afraid of having to deal with an emotional, heartsick Draco who writes terrible poetry when dumped. Personally, I'm rooting for Ginny to dump Draco so that Draco can hook up with Neville...a pairing I discovered I liked more recently since I began the fic. HEART Draco/Neville.

Oh and I am DETERMINED to finish chapter 13 of Carpe Lupus. I just need a new beta...

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( Zubrich is no longer allowed to purchase Absinthe without me. )

Zubrich has a fixed car and a bottle of Absinthe. Rock.

It should be obvious where I'll be.