Idyllic Chick

1. Leave me a casual comment -- any remark, meaningless or not.
2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post.
5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.

Questions from Skipernicus
1) Whats the last movie you saw at a theater? How was it?
The Simpsons Movie. Loved it! It was just like a super long episode, but even funnier. Granted, I didn't need to see it on the big screen, but I'm glad I did. 'Spider pig, Spider pig, Does whatever a Spider pig does!'

2) Tell me about your first tattoo - the decisions/events leading up to it.
My dad has a tattoo that he got when he was in the Navy. It reads, 'My love is yours always Merle.' It always amazed me. Then when my brother, who is much older than I, came home from his first semester of trade school with a skull tattooed on his arm, I knew it was something that I wanted to do. I was around 10 or 11 then.

When I was in high school I was impressed by the homemade tattoos sported by the cool boys who smoked cigarettes by the bleachers. This was many years ago, long before tattoo studios were legal and abundant everywhere. I finally worked up the nerve to ask one of them how to do such a tattoo. He told me tales of India ink pressed into the skin using a sewing needle with thread wrapped around the tip. I was playing around with calligraphy a lot then, and just so happened to have a bottle of blue/black India ink at home. So after school that day I tattooed a small heart on the front of my right hip. I loved it. And all the girls in gym class were flabbergasted! Well, with that kind of reaction, I added a second heart the next evening, right up against the first one.

Fast forward a couple of years. I guess I did a pretty good job jabbing that ink into myself because my hack-job tattoo hadn’t faded a bit. I had no additional tattoos at that point, but I did have a growing baby in my belly. The first place I got a stretch mark? Right down the line between the two tattooed hearts! As my tummy grew, so did that line. The ink spread out with the stretch mark so that the top of one heart was kind of ‘m’ shaped at top of the tattoo, and the ‘filled in’ area of the stretch mark was below that. Honestly, it looked like a little penis!
Needless to say, I got it covered up a few years later. The guy who did the cover up got quite a kick out of my little penis!

3) Tell me how best to make a cocktail for you.
Make it very cold and sour. Use vodka. None of those froofy shaped glasses, but real crystal is preferred. Add a cherry, with stem.

4) When you are alone with time to kill, what do you do?
You know, I'm not alone very often. Most of the time it's when I'm in my car, so I'd be listening to podcasts. When I'm at home alone I usually watch stuff on TV that I know Chris wouldn't be interested in.

5) Burn out or fade away?
We were just talking about this today! And I'm not sure. Sometimes I think burn out because you leave with a big bang and no worries. But sometimes I think I'd like to take my time and be able to do a few things along the way. Tonight, I'm thinking fade away.

It's funny how little knitting one can accomplish when one is working on opening a knitting store. Is that ironic, Miss Morissette? Or just bad luck? I think it's simply a matter of only being able to accomplish X number of things in Y amount of hours. For every figure entered into a spreadsheet, there is a stitch that I have not purled. For every meeting with the landlord, there is a sock toe that has not been cast on. For every call to the electric company, inquiring about the status of getting our power turned on, there is a lace shawl that is still on the drawing board.

Thanks to the hospitality of Knitter Kelly, though, and our weekly S&B meetings, I've been able to pick up the needles once in a while. In between those times I've gotten to do cool things like brainstorm our logo, pick up some fixtures, and help visualize the floor plan of our ever morphing shop, imaging how it will look when it is full of yarny goodness! Is it worth it? OH hell yeah! That's the easy kind of math.

Labels: Knitta please

Last week, while driving from one bank to another, I passed a small pick-up truck. In the bed of the truck was an older man in a wheelchair bungee-corded into the bed! That's why I don't have kids. So they won't try to make me do shit like that when I've become a pain in the ass.

So now that I'm finally done with the Deathly Hallows, what piece of media shall I cling to next? How about some new fucking Babylon 5, Bitch?! Ha!

Labels: Geeky grrrl