Tom describes his thought process while in the act of doing something gross and annoying (in this case, spitting out rice into a bowl I was about to use, like a five year-old):
"I had to do it before I had time to think about all the repercussions, because then I wouldn't do it. I thought about doing it, and then I started thinking about all the reasons I shouldn't, because it would be too mean. So I had to hurry up and do it before I talked myself out of it."
Melissa did not have much of a response, besides rolling her eyes and silently taking back the freshly-rinsed bowl.
Tom, in a light and cheerful tone: "Go ahead and say it. I'm a horrible person. Just say it."
Melissa: "You, are a horrible person."
Tom makes a ridiculously girly little "whee!" noise and flings his hands up in the air, then flounces off toward the stairs.
Melissa: "WHY does that make you giggle like a little girl??"
Tom: "Because people are horrible! It's a double-negative!"

He then flounces the rest of the way up the stairs.

Melissa contemplates making an "annoying things my boyfriend says" twitter feed.

Labels: life in general, silliness

 
Roasted Potato Salad with Chutney Dressing is the recipe I was making while on the phone with my mom.

It is DELICIOUS. But be mindful of how much chutney + curry powder + cayenne you use... I didn't taste-test my chutney first, and got a nice whallop of heat against the back of my throat. While talking to Mom on the phone. (This is very unusual for something from BHG - their recipes are notoriously bland.)

This was after the LONG, long, arduous task of opening the jar of chutney. Beware of jars from India! Especially if you do not already own a rubber gripping-thing! (If you do not own one, btw, you are at the mercy of logo-ridden giveaways. Neither my grocery store nor my drug store carries them, as I discovered this afternoon.)

After the hot water trick failed, I sat down with a screwdriver, and the lid and I eventually came to terms.

Labels: cooking, silliness

 


Bwahahaha I have noooooo idea how much of this teeny-tiny detailing is going to print, and I'm just praying the text will be readable. Probably not. Oh well. I LIKE IT. A freaking lot.

(Obviously the reduced-size jpg that you internet viewers get to see is not as sharp, and certainly not really legible. But you get the general idea of it. I'm so in love.)

Labels: art, crochet, photos, photoshop

 
Yes I signed up for Twitter.

Mainly because I wanted to try and snap up a Phat Fiber sampler box (which I did! successfully! barely! holy CRAP they sell out in under a minute!), and I thought there might be notes on their twitter feed. (There weren't. But they were on-time with the sale, as per their email list.)

Also because Mary Beth Temple, of Getting Loopy podcast fame, is always talking about the conversations the crochet people are having on twitter, and I felt nosy.

We shall see. I'll play for awhile. I suspect it will be my doom come NaNoNovember again.


...meanwhile, I am playing in Photoshop. I've been toying with the idea of making some kind of record of my crochet projects. 1) I want to show off what I've made, which I might do via flickr. 2) It's hard enough to give things away, I need to have pictures of everything. 3) I've made enough stuff now that I'm going to stop being able to keep all the info in my head (where the pattern is from, what yarn I used - which is probably most important so I know what I can machine-wash and what I can't!).

But taking photos and uploading them is seriously, seriously boring. And I realized 95% of my digital creative output this year has been in CorelDraw, at work. Which I've grown to love, I admit, but... I feel like I've been neglecting Photoshop. Which is my onetrueluv!1!.

So I am playing, and it is looking seriously awesome. Plan is to print it out on the nice sharp color copier at work one of these days, and get a scrapbook/binder another one of these days. Playing with paper and glue is very fun, but, so is doing it without the mess.

Labels: art, being social, crochet, photoshop, technology