New blog address
Now that I'm no longer a DC BiblioGoddess, I thought I'd create a new page to chronicle our adventures in Maine:
http://bibliogoddess.blogspot.com/
Rants, commentary, and useless blather from one librarian in the nation's capital.
Now that I'm no longer a DC BiblioGoddess, I thought I'd create a new page to chronicle our adventures in Maine:
I was getting dressed this morning and noticed some stains on the front of the sweater I was planning to wear (muddy Molly paws, no doubt). I was going to throw it away but then decided that if there's some sort of nuclear holocaust or government coup after which we'll become refugees and need to flee to Canada, I'll need all of the extra clothing I can get.
And makes me laugh out loud in the office. Part of today's hilarity:
Dear Contemptible Germs Currently Relocating To My Sinuses:
Party crashers! Freeloaders! Parasites! Aspersers! Viruses of mass destruction! Losers destined to fail and die!
I have battled your kind before and let me tell you, you will not win.
You are nothing more than a stupid, small-time sinus infection. I have fought and won battles with invaders far superior to you, such as mononucleosis, chicken pox, pneumonia, and even a case of gangrene. You think you can take me? You are stupider than you look!
Bring it! I’ve got an immune system that will kick your ass from here to my toenails, and just for fun, I’m also on a broad-spectrum antibiotic, in case you think you might fool me looking like a virus. I have you covered on every front. You might make my bones ache, my temperature spike and my nose run like a spigot, but by this time next week, you will either be long gone from my system, or you will be dead matter being expelled regularly.
You picked the wrong girl to infect with your insidious plot to overthrow my body. You will never know victory. You are already doomed.And if you aren’t nice and reasonably quick to depart of your own volition, I swear, I will sneeze your little babies all over Jean’s keyboard and they will then be dwelling in the body of that horrible woman I work with, who looks like Yoda. How would you like to know your kids are in that mess?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.Kindly leave. Now. Or you will die a horrible death, and your children will die a far worse death.
I have spoken.
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Death: The Time of Your Life
In anticipation of our move, I've been trying to use up all of the odd bits of yarn, particularly the low-rent items by knitting a lot of hats and scarves. The end results are depicted here, including a new SnB umbilical hat and a matching child's scarf with checkerboard stitch on the end. I have also completed a new drop-stitch, self-fringing shawl, in KnitPicks' Crayon yarn. It's soft and warm, though the draping isn't quite right because I made it a bit too big. Here are the visual depictions:




In the Shadow of No Towers
Mirrormask
Adoption Nation