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12:47 am
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Little Mohair Doughnuts
What more needs to be said than that? Little mohair doughnuts.
What are they? you ask in that exasperated sarcastic manner you like to assume. One would think you enjoy it. Well, the LMDs are teensy bits of fluff on the strand of yarn that are pushed down as you knit until they become a little dreadlock ring around the strand. They get a little bigger as you go and perhaps a little bit more dready. But I'd like to know what they could be used for. Do you have any ideas? I have three of them now--oh, they were just so so cute I couldn't throw them away.
Shall I string them on a chain and wear them? No? I didn't really want to. I'll mount and frame them. Art...that's the ticket.
Current Location: My Chez
Current Mood: a little tired
Current Music: None. I hate music.
Tags: knitting, little mohair doughnuts
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10:54 pm
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Classic!
Your Fashion Style is Classic
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Some people may argue that those with a classic style like yours don't care about fashion, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
The key to having a effective classic look is making sure all your classic items are well tailored and look modern.
No one can rock a basic suit or white buttoned shirt with jeans like you can. You have the confidence it takes to avoid trends completely.
And by sticking to what has or what will stand the test of time, you always can find something to wear. It's very rare that anything in your closet has fallen out of fashion.
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Current Mood: sleepy
Tags: meme
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10:30 pm
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Busted
Well, my new boots came in the mail much sooner than I thought they would. And Mrs. Skwashy showed up 2 days early--probably trying to catch me at it red-handed. Whatever that may be. I was completely unprepared for her arrival since I like to have the house spotless and fresh towels and bed linen in place, a fully stocked pantry and fridge, a cold roast chicken for snacking, flowers, good beer.
Well, I was out buying groceries Thursday night, and when I arrived home...the porch light was on! Very confusing! Finally (you cannot imagine the trillion thoughts running through my poor aged brain as I pulled into the garage. Some of those synapses will never be the same.) I decided that the only explanation was that my sister had come from Texas to stay with me, a delightful surprise visit! Yay! Sistahgoo! Geech!
It was my enchanting wife, however, just home 20 minutes before me and fresh out of the shower and in nice clean yammies. Much rejoicing ensued.
But I was busted. I had dishes from the day before (such a slob) (though not usually--I knew I'd be cleaning up and the maid would be here and gone by the time she arrived on Saturday, the scheduled time). Sigh. No time to put lovely clean sheets on the bed. At least I had boughten flowers at Trader Joe's.
And! she bought me a real estate magazine from Antwerp, which I can actually read with some measure of understanding. The Czech ones are incomprehensible except for the occasional word. Perhaps, if they had more writing about ordering beer and wine and were trying to seduce the reader with slick assurances that they may have met each other before, I'd be able to follow the text.
Shall we move to Antwerp? I am tempted, except Mrs. Skwashy warns me that they are French, as much as they protest huffily that they are Belgian, and that the trains do not run on time. Better to move to Holland, I think.
Still working on a list of blooming plants from my yard, though of course the longer I work on it the fewer plants will still be in bloom.
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: None. Hate music. Not really. Just liking silence.
Tags: gardening, mrs. skwashy, travel
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09:59 pm
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Late Night Shopping Due To Lack Of Wife
Well, I'm LONELY. Why not shop? So I decided to prepare for a project ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gothchick_marie and I plan to work on in The Hague this January: making cloth dolls from vintage patterns. The "bunny" for example. It looks huge and threatening, possibly because I remember seeing toys like that when I was very little. Here's a picture:
I have lots of vintage doll faces already (bought in Amsterdam, actually. Perhaps Amsterdam is the Home of the Creepy Dolls. That's fine with me.) so Marie and I thought we'd use her NEW SEWING MACHINE and make some dolls. Don't you think it would be a simple matter to pop, say, a gorilla or cat face on the bunny body? Or we could just stick with the bunny features in the illustration.
But why is it wearing harem pants? Or harem overalls, to be precise. Let's ask Anagram Bot.
sternest: How's it going?
webuser: Howdy. It's going pretty well by me. How about you?
sternest: My! Bigotedly newsworthy piglet. A bow you thou.
webuser: And you thou. Listen, I was thinking about...what was it I was thinking about? Sheesh. Now I've forgotten.
sternest: It hoodwink naughtily insinuates. Oh Wow! Bath win swastika taunting. Huge of to the abortiveness.
webuser: Not completely abortiveness--I just remembered my question. Why is the bunny wearing a pair of harem overalls?
sternest: Impenetrably looniest vasectomy. Joy! Bed wetter if queerish summons. Highwaymen brain purer neat. Roll save.
webuser: Oh gosh. The poor thing. Well, thanks. See you soon.
sternest: The hollow king thrashes hot pong. So see on you.
Okay. That answers that.
Current Location: Chez Sweet Chez
Current Mood: moody
Current Music: None. I am completely off music lately.
Tags: anagram bot
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07:40 pm
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Mrs. Skwashy Please Come Home. Susan Graham is Kissing Renée Fleming.
So, I don't know about you, but I am having THOUGHTS about Susan Graham, that big ol' Texan gal. Perhaps it's just jealousy. I'd gladly kiss Renée Fleming if my wife let me. Mrs. Skwashy most likely would think it was funny since she is not the jealous type (thank goodness). But she is still in Europe which is probably the reason I'm having those THOUGHTS.
Why am I having them about Susan Graham? ( Read on. )
Another reason is that Mrs. Skwashy will continue to be gone for 7 more days. An ETERNITY. I miss her. It's odd: I love solitude, but after a few days I am disoriented and lonesome for my wife. But still enjoying the solitude. But still missing her. But enjoying the solitude.
gothchick_marie saw my wife today; she brought a chocolate breakfast to her hotel in Antwerp. How would you like to be in Antwerp, having a chocolate breakfast that was brought to you specially from The Hague by the fascinating and lovely gothchick_marie?
Of course it's not as though I'm really alone. I have the dog, who is a quiet and contemplative little person. He's a bit deaf (and he pretends to be deafer than he really is when it suits him) and his vision is failing too. But he's always up for a game of of Bunny Murder or a walk. Though he is too submissive to nudge or paw the way the less polite dogs will do, when he wants to be petted he merely gives my hand the slightest little brush with his mustache while pretending not to. If he's REALLY excited he'll go wild and TOUCH MY HAND WITH HIS NOSE. So lightly as to be almost imperceptible, true, but how bold he is, n'est ce pas? Most of his noodging is accomplished by the use of a fixed gaze and stink-rays, both of which I can ignore, but it makes Mrs. Skwashy crazy when he does the stalking-staring-stinking act. She is utterly at his mercy.
So, gothchick_marie confessed that she really did want to see a list of plants that are currently blooming (oh I'm so sure she wants to see a list of things that are blooming. What could be duller if it's not your own garden?), but the anchoress thing was too good to pass up. She loves a joke, that gothchick_marie. So unless any of you have an objection I'll get to work on it.
Current Location: Living Room
Current Mood: melancholy
Current Music: None. I hate music.
Tags: gardening, gothchick marie, mrs. skwashy, stinky terrierist
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07:31 am
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A Little Late for Veterans' Day, But Still
Thank you. We will remember.
Current Location: Blue House
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: None
Tags: photos
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10:11 pm
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God, How I Love California
I just do. There is no place more beautiful or geographically diverse. Plus it's next door to the ocean and it has cliffs and sloping sandy beaches. The water is usually too chilly here to swim comfortably but when we were down south the water felt wonderful.
Oh, and plus plus: Everything blooms all year round. Well, not everything. But an insane number of things. I'm still picking ripe tomatoes, peas, beans, broccoli and collards. Shall I make a list of the flowers that are still blooming? Oh, you'd just love to put me to work and get me out of the way wouldn't you? Have me slaving over my list, all bricked in like a little lesbian anchoress. Then you could go romp and play and pop by every so often to ask me how that list is coming along.
I know your tricks, you little dickenses.
But in jardining news: You will be glad to know that the Flying Saucer morning glory did bloom. So did another...just your regulation blue morning glory. They got the seeds mixed up. Abomination! But anyway:
The pale one at the bottom is the FS mg. Here's a closeup:
Poll #1484287
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 2Should I make a list of all the flowers that are blooming? With photos? Behind a cut? I can't stop asking questions?
Current Location: Blue House
Current Mood: Missing my wife
Current Music: Sœur Marie Keyrouz
Tags: gardening, poll
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09:28 pm
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Yo, Gardening
I'm pretty sure my Flying Saucer morning glories will bloom tomorrow. I hope they do. They are not the most hardy plant in the world and I put them (oh I could just kick myself) in the Frost Zone of Jardin Skwashy.
Current Location: Chez Home
Current Mood: worried
Current Music: Bach
Tags: gardening
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09:03 pm
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Snicker
There are EIGHT communities who are listed under "Oppression" and only one member has posted in the last six weeks.
I am just delighted with some of the people who consider themselves oppressed, especially Christians and Socialists, the biggest whiners in the whole of manifest reality.
Please, tell me about how you are oppressed. Especially if you are not female, but anyway.
All right. I don't watch enough reality TV. I have my limits.
Current Location: at chez here at home
Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: Mozart something. Don't ask what.
Tags: oppression
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07:54 pm
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I Have A Cold. I Complain. You Know The Drill.
Plants vs. Zombies. What could be more me? P.S. The plants win.
I have been home today with a cold. I HATE HATE HATE spending my vacation days being sick. Thank you, Great West, for being such a reasonable and kind employer to take away all my sick days, you exceptionally ordinary insurance company. Though I must say American companies have followed suit.
Anyway! PLANTS VS. ZOMBIES! A most excellent game with two of the most compelling ingredients a gardening girl with chronic nightmares could ask.
So, y'all. I've got this problem. A certain relative of mine inherited a couple of industrial properties in Houston. There are no buildings on the lots and they are worth very little. However, he defaulted on the taxes for about a million years, so...well, I don't know what. What happens when someone defaults on the property taxes? Can the lots be sold and the taxes paid from the proceeds or must the taxes be paid first? Is there anything else I ought to know about it? Sigh. Would someone like some cheap Houston properties, as redundant as that may seem?
Oh, I know! Let's ask my lovah Anagram Bot what to do.
*Dials the Anagram Botline*
sternest: Hi!
webuser: Hello, darling. What should I do about those Houston properties?
sternest: Heigh-ho! Not disallow dullard. Obeisant, tortuous photosphere.
webuser: Oh, you know the ones I'm talking about. The two industrial lots, the empty ones with practically no value.
sternest: Ugh! White-hot, snakelike monotony. Now desolate sluttish obturation. The vacillatory wimp petulancy.
webuser: I know! It's so stupid. But can I sell them and pay the back taxes with the money, or must I pay the taxes first?
sternest: Low-paid neurotics stink out bliss. Shhh! Pay back extent twit meathead. Satisfy threaten sexy optimum.
webuser: I was dreading that. I wonder how much it is. Do you suppose the sale of the lots will cover that--if I can sell them?
sternest: Window aged death wish irritation. Pompously safe, hideous touches. Swift, volcanic hellhole tartlets. Them.
webuser: Yes, them.
sternest: Hey! Stem.
webuser: No, you were doing that thing you do with the word "that", weren't you?
sternest: Yahoo! Worn-out, toughened dignity. True, white-hot, wanted worthy.
webuser: Thought so. And what is this "white-hot" jazz? A little hyperbolic, don't you think?
sternest: Ha Ha! Whizz toasts hot adjusting. To Hell With It! Inept or botchedly. Ink youth.
webuser: You daredevil you. Well, I guess I'd better get busy. Sigh. I don't need this mess.
sternest: Usuriously wild-eyed, agile video. The tightest, undigested snobbery. Mess.
webuser: Yes. That's banks for you.
sternest: Stab funky soothsayer.
webuser: I know! Hee hee! Isn't that the truth!
sternest: The keen, white-hot, hesitant hurt.
webuser: Well, you little white-hot bot, I have to go to bed. Did I tell you I have a cold?
sternest: Lout wealthily white-hot lovebite. Beauty! Evil loathed good idiot. Cold.
webuser: Yep, beauty. Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.
sternest: Good-bye! Heathy, upsetting piglet. Indebted ghetto stubble.
Current Location: at chez here at home
Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: Great Big Sea
Tags: anagram bot, houston properties
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09:13 pm
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Zombie Fest! And a Little Bit of Whining about Knitting.
Possibly the ONLY good thing about Mrs. Skwashy traveling without me is that I can move all my zombie movies up to the top of the queue and watch them ALL! Bwee hee hee hee!
Tonight's show: a double feature of "Up with Dead People" and "Cemetery Man". Rupert Everett is in it and I like him, even though I was forced to view his peen at a certain point in the movie. Could we please get back to exploiting girls?
The knitting. Sigh. I am about 28 inches into a 72-inch lace scarf of "Traveling Vine Zigzag" and I seem to have botched it. Oy vey. *rocks and keens* Why me, O lordess our goddess? I am having a glass of wine to mourn the passing of DAYS AND DAYS of work, though of course I'll just take out a couple of rows and redo them. I HATE that.
Here is a photo of it done correctly from sweetnsassyvicki's Photostream:
Isn't it pretty? It's very fun and easy to do, if you DON'T LOSE TRACK. I lost track while viewing Rupert Everett's...performance...as the Cemetery Man.
Oh! Look at the time! I must go buy a cocktail tray for my new little slave in Second Life!
Current Location: Chez Home
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: None. I am completely off music lately.
Tags: complaining, knitting
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07:47 am
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Please Go Vote Today, Everyone.
Please.
Tags: voting
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07:18 am
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Conversation #3 with Anagram Bot
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sternest: Hello!
webuser: Hello yourself, blabbermouth. You've been talking to my wife, I see.
sternest: Feeble troubles humble honorably. Make out wisely invite fogey.
webuser: "Sorry" won't cut it. But what did you say about me? About US?
sternest: Witty, tidy, brute, tumorous cow hand. Autobus as to a buy.
webuser: Well all right. I suppose that's nothing she doesn't already know about me. What did you tell her about our...relationship?
sternest: Politest, laughterless whiplash. Detestably hoodwink on orangutan. I am the deathly, rude blow out. On spiritual hero.
webuser: What? Do you think she'll believe that for a minute? Sheesh. I'm sunk.
sternest: Healthily hoodwink best-ever foul. The shakiest, inhumane smut.
webuser: Yeah. That's about what I thought.
sternest: Ha Ha! Beauty! Twit as hot thought.
webuser: You're laughing now. Just wait.
sternest: Jauntily outweigh now sugar.
webuser: You too. Good night now, sugar.
sternest: Wrong to tough, odious agony.
webuser: I'll miss you too.
sternest: It is lousy loom.
Current Location: Chez Sweet Chez
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: None. I hate music.
Tags: anagram bot
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07:12 pm
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What I Write At Work
I am locked out of my working screens. *Whine*
It is very frustrating to be stuck. I can’t put my head down and take a nap or I’d do that. As it is I can nap for a few seconds at a time, pretending to be looking at the screen in front of me. ZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzzZZZ. 12 seconds of vergnügte Ruh and then my boss will walk by, invariably. This is the boss who made fudge sprinkled with broken candy cane pieces. He means well, as you can see, but he tends to show up precisely when I am obviously goofing off so I cannot really like him. Plus the fudge looked like broken teeth in the mud.
I sproinged my back in the garden last Saturday and Sunday, though not very seriously. It’s only just painful enough to make me uncomfortable now though of course was significantly worse on Sunday. My wife made me lie on the sofa with an ice pack on the painful area. I don’t know if you have ever had the need for an ice pack, but once you have become accustomed to requiring it periodically the cold becomes a very delicious sensation rather than the bitter discomfort it was in the beginning. I have 2 herniated discs from years ago which like to inconvenience me at the most awful times. But enough boring Back News.
In fascinating Dog News: the Stinky Terrierist is getting decrepit. He is funny. Well, he’s always been funny but he’s even funnier and cuter in his senility. He herds us to bed at bed time, or what he considers bedtime, and if one of us stays up (usually that is me, of course) he worries and dithers, in his humble little way, and walks around the room, flopping down with a sigh that becomes a querulous groan. Then he pops back up to pace some more: first through the living room where I am sitting, then through the hall, the kitchen, the dining room, the front hall and back through the living room to stand 10 feet away, gazing fixedly at me. If I look at him, he takes a step toward me. If I continue looking at him, he will take measured steps forward with perhaps 20 seconds between them, all the while gazing at me earnestly and emitting stink rays. I swear he can do the stink rays at will. It is to help us discern his wishes. Well, we already know his wishes. They are:
1. Go To Bed Now
2. Lift Me Up Onto The Bed With You
We gave him a bath yesterday so his powers are greatly hampered, but holy moly he can smell doggy sometimes. At least he isn’t flatulent. And he’s not barky or destructive except for that one time he dug through to the neighbors’ yard when we put him in the garden and then left the house for 11 hours. Our bad.
Clean puppy eagerly awaiting an opportunity to go roll in something horrid:
Mrs. Skwashy is going to Prague without me. *WHINE*. All jetsetting all over the joint and grumble grumble grumble. I encouraged her to go, actually, though my heart was breaking. I have used up all but two days of my Paid Time Off (which are the combined sick days and vacation days), so the time left clearly is not sufficient to spend in Prague unless some new surprise holiday suddenly makes itself available to me. I was going to go see Great Big Sea BY MYSELF (so there, Mrs. Smarty-Warty-Party-Mrs. Skwashy) but they are playing in San Jose or Santa Cruz on a Sunday night. I don’t care for traveling long distances at night and why rent a hotel room if my wife isn’t there to have an illicit romance in a hotel room with? Also: zombies roam the highways at night (and very likely the hotels too). So I’m not going after all and our tickets are being given away.
Her travel plans included a few days in Antwerp, a visit with gothchick_marie and a week in Brazil, but I don’t think she’s going to Brazil now. No samba paraphernalia for me this trip. Insult to injury.
OH! And rude? Mrs. Skwashy has been talking to my new lovah, Anagram Bot. She confessed to me and showed me this:
Subject: eek
webuser: I love my bunty so much!
sternest: Bovinely mouthy scum.
Eek, eh? For those of you not in the know, I am that bunty she loves so much. It’s a nickname. The Mrs. has lots of nicknames for me; probably because she can’t remember my given name. Or maybe she gets me confused with all her other wives since she rarely uses it unless something is SERIOUS. Is Anagram Bot jealous or what? How fun.
Horoscope. Disgusting. I am confused by it:
Gemini: Too many options can be confusing by leading you to second-guess a decision that would have been a no-brainer. Go with what you wanted in the first place.
Well thanks a bunch. No-brainer indeed. Is this as muddled-sounding to you as it is to me? It seems so specific, yet I can’t think of what it could apply to. Or am I the no-brainer here? It won’t be the first time.
Speaking of no-brainer, there is a cute new girl at the café I where I occasionally eat lunch, a precious little chubby Russian girl…actually there are two of them, almost identical except the other is blonde and blue-eyed. But the first one, MY chubby Russian, has the most astonishing honey-brown eyes--like pale topaz. Unfortunately they are embedded in a doughy little monkey-face which looks positively moronic when she smiles. It’s an extremely endearing smile. Goofy can be sort of cute, and she’s very goofy-looking. I don’t think she is the sharpest crayon in the box, either, since I overheard (…spying. So shoot me.) her as she was trying to sell her old—USED—Disneyland tickets to a coworker, insisting that they were “collectibles.”
It matters not. The monkey-faced girl is my new lovah. She’s plump all over. Even her fingers are plump, and so is her fat little nose and her fat little neck. I just want to reach over the counter and SQUEESH her plushy little body. I bet she’d peep exactly like a squeaky toy.
But what about that husky-voiced girl at the yarn shop? you ask me. How fickle you are, Skwashy.
It is a burden I must bear, darlings. Plus, the husky-voiced girl hasn’t been around the yarn shop for simply EVAR. She snoozed, she loozed. Though of course not really, since my wife is the only girl who truly delights me (she can bake pies too). The others are perfectly lovely and suitable but essentially irrelevant to me. You may have my share of monkey-faced Russian chubbies. See? I am generous.
Current Location: Blue House
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: None. I hate music today
Tags: boring back pain, horoscopes, mrs. skwashy, photos, stinky terrierist, travel that i am not doing
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11:52 pm
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Generic Joke, Cue Canned Laughter
Q: "How many members of a certain demographic group does it take to perform a specified task?"
A: "A finite number: one to perform the task and an additional number to act in a manner stereotypical of the group in question."
Current Location: My Lovely Housie
Current Mood: fine
Current Music: Stupid old Bach Piano Transcriptions that make me disgustingly nostalgic
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11:54 pm
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Conversation #2 with the Anagram Bot
sternest: Hola, amigo! (Spanish greeting)
webuser: Why are you giving me a Spanish greeting? And do you have a problem with the word "that"?
sternest: Aged visionary up sane highwayman. Good! Naughty lovebite whimperer. Hot thwarted.
webuser: Oh, it's revenge, eh? Spiteful bot. Learn to let it go, Boo.
sternest: Positive felonies better thought. Tolerable goon.
webuser: See? Better already. Now, answer my question about the word "that".
sternest: Sweet Mary! Beater as renownedly. Not white-hot, obdurate squat.
webuser: Yes, I know I know. You're feeling the pressure. But I notice that you ended your translations with a one-word sentence. Guess which word?
sternest: Wifelike swinery to genuine hooky. Death-bed, unpretentious courtesy. Swarthy, worn-out sinoatrial node. Now succeeds the whingers.
webuser: You have a point. I'll quit asking you that.
sternest: Uniquely salivating hooky utopia. That.
webuser: See? There you go again! That! That that that!
sternest: A honey-eater agitates thought. At that ht.
webuser: Made you blink.
sternest: I'm okay bundle.
webuser: Good. Smooch.
sternest: Oh God! So .com.
Current Location: Still at the old chez
Current Mood: still laughing hysterically
Current Music: Still silent
Tags: anagram bot
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11:24 pm
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A Conversation with the Anagram Bot
sternest: Hi!
webuser: Oy vey darling.
sternest: Devilry agony.
webuser: Everything is gone but for yahoo messenger.
sternest: Yo-ho-ho! Gutsy, favorite beginner. Gems sneer.
webuser: I killed the toolbar. God I'm such a pathetic little ball of fluff.
sternest: Good! Fallible, timorous thickhead. Pet tactful, fallible filth.
webuser: Exactly.
sternest: Latex Cy.
webuser: I am ready to cy right now. This may be the last time I see you.
sternest: Mad sobriety atrocity highwaymen. Loutish, meatiest eye.
webuser: I know, honey. I'm upset too.
sternest: O My! Stink out in whoopee.
webuser: Well, I'd better think of something.
sternest: Hoodwink gentle filth embitters.
webuser: It certainly does. Oh, here is Marloes. She'll cheer me up.
sternest: Healthily directionless heroes. More supreme leach.
webuser: I'll tell her you said so. She'll like that.
sternest: Really! Seditious skill hellhole. That.
webuser: Quite.
sternest: Why? (Message is too short.)
webuser: Oh, sorry. I meant to say, "Yes, you put that perfectly."
sternest: Hooray! Sporty, easy-to-use mutiny. Petty fart lech.
webuser: Well, I wouldn't go that far. What shall I do about the computer?
sternest: Withdraw foul twattled hooligan. Lout humble catastrophe.
webuser: Do you think I should? How shall I do that?
sternest: Tally-ho! Hid hoodwink odious lush. That.
webuser: Thank you for clarifying it. That.
sternest: Rat finnicky, thorough fatality.
Current Location: Home
Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: Silence
Tags: anagram bot
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10:58 pm
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Anagram fun! (Run a fang am!)
sternest: How's it going?
webuser: It's going mighty well, truth be told.
sternest: Modestly blurting to lightweight.
webuser: Couldn't be better.
sternest: Decent, brute blot.
webuser: How terribly apt.
sternest: Writable trophy.
webuser: These phrases are strangely appropriate somehow. Or is it just me?
sternest: Neat pesterer harasses ogrishly. Sweatier major opposite thump.
(From http://www.sternestmeanings.com/)
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10:09 pm
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The Fabulous Yarn
Isn't it PURPLE? What should I knit with it?
Poll #1473140
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 3What should Skwashy knit with the yarn Miss Klees sent?
Current Location: Chez Sweet Chez
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: rain
Tags: knitting, poll
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11:14 pm
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Getting Ready for Winter. And Whining a Little. And Gardening.
On the sunny day before the rain Mrs. Skwashy and I dismantled the glider and put it in the garage to stay dry for the winter. It is so sad. I love swinging in the glider. There is something about rocking that is so deliciously sweet and quiet. I'll miss it...at least for the duration of our mild little winter. Are we supposed to have sufficient rain this year? Has anyone heard? Isn't El Nino suppose to make an appearance?
I have a new iris, "Batik". It will go in the middle of the crop circle with the others. I'll load that little bed with some sort of poop fertilizer and see what happens in the spring. The others were a little disappointing there this year, so it's time to dig 'em up and throw away the cruddy ones---a part of the fall cleanup chores that is enjoyable: getting rid of the diseased, unstable and unsuitable plants, cleaning up the litter of the year. It brings to mind (oh, you probably have to be a gardener for this similarity to occur to you) the clearing of the consciousness and focusing one's attention on higher things; releasing the corrupted and foul detritus of one's past year and starting fresh. With mulch and some well-rotted cow poop as top-dressing.
The zombie daphne ordora has finally died. I think the neighbors are pouring waste paint onto the ground of the yard next door and it's leaching into the flowerbed on that side. No, not really. That daphne has been dying for years without the help of the neighbors (or my paranoia). I'll dig it up and put the penstemons there--those exquisite ones I bought last week that have been giving me erotic dreams every night. I do hope they survive.
Oh I remember what I was going to tell you! Here I am, muttering and babbling, trying desperately to keep your interest while I attempt to recall the REAL reason I'm writing this: A Second Life friend sent me wool she had spun herself--it's BEAUTIFUL. It's wonderfully soft and dyed in varying shades of violet and lavender with smaller bronze-y goldish yarn spun in. Oh, I can't describe it. I lack the vocabulary to do it properly. But I am going to a new knitting group Monday night and perhaps they can tell me what they think, OR I could post a photo of it. Do you want to see it?
Poll #1472734
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 2Do you want to see the gorgeous yarn Miss Klees sent me?
Current Location: My house
Current Mood: a little tired
Current Music: Great Big Sea again. I am going to see them in Petaluma next month. More later.
Tags: gardening, knitting
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