Monthly Archives: February 2008

new skirt

Okay, I swear, I still have plans to sew Butterick Retro ’52 B4790 before Spring settles in. BUT FIRST… I finally found the black, stretchy twill-like fabric that I’ve been looking for to make into one of the knee-length skirt options of Simplicity 5259. Now, while this might be easy-peasy for some of you sewers and seamstresses* out there, it’s still a bit of an endeavor for me. I only have two completed skirts under my belt, uh, no pun intended, and this will be the first one that I don’t plan to shortcut, and will actually use the interfacing on.

Once I’m done with the skirt, wouldn’t those capris look sweet in a red-and-white gingham, with patch pockets?

*I was going to make a joke about seamsters, but it turns out to be an actual, though archaic, word for a tailor.



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flex plan

I like meat. I like to cook meat, I like to eat meat. Mmmmm, meat. Cattle, poultry, pork, seafood, game… I have no idea what category rattlesnake would fall into, but yeah, I’ve eaten it. I’ve also had vegetarian and/or vegan friends since I entered college, and while I do offer to forgo meat in their presence, they have all been open to my eating meat in front of them. THANK YOU. Meat meat meat meat meat.

If we’re not supposed to eat animals, then why are they made out of MEAT?

In November, Erin decided to lessen her eco-footprint on the planet, and go vegetarian again. I respect that. Couldn’t do it myself, heck no, but I applaud her dedication. Except, oops, her husband was in the middle of a bacon kick. And giving her the teensiest bit of flak about her decision to do this. Just a little teasing, but Erin is sensitive. Okay, tell you what. To balance out the universe, I won’t eat meat when we eat together. Okay? I’m not really sure what balance that actually provides, but what the heck. Solidarity!

You know, come to think of it, I don’t eat THAT much meat. I mean, I love it, yeah, but I don’t COOK it that often. Too distracted to remember to thaw anything out, I have a lot of vegetarian dinners anyway. And this whole eco-footprint thing is something I can totally get behind. I recycle, carpool, use CFL bulbs, rechargeable batteries, a programmable thermostat, I buy wind power from my utility… and have you ever SEEN a feedlot? Appalling. Hmmm… Okay. Addendum to plan. I’m only going to eat meat on the weekends. Unless I’m eating with Erin. Then life is still a meat-free zone.

I’m not sure how it happened, but I have nearly stopped eating meat entirely*. It wasn’t a conscious decision, but more like the whole choose-veggie thing became a habit. I have unintentionally lost weight, which is not a bad thing. And in all honesty, my body seems to be working better. Don’t get me wrong, I am very much of the belief that humans are biologically suited to be omnivores. However, I also think that Americans eat WAY too much meat.

Now, the flip side of this coin is that I still have a freezer full of meat. Steaks. Pork chops. Chicken sausages. Bockwurst. Bacon. Heck, everything in my freezer is either Girl Scout cookies or meat. I could be a good person and donate all that meat to friends… but did I mention that I REALLY ENJOY MEAT? I can’t bear to let it go. And, you know, I never did claim to be a vegetarian… So here’s the deal. Weekends are going to be meat-acceptable again. Every weekend, I need to remember to thaw something out and eat it. Saturday: faux lobster (in my vernacular, flobster) chunks. With steamed broccoli. And it was quite tasty. But no matter how good those Costco pork chops are (and they are very, very good), I am not BUYING any more meat. For now. Heck, it’s gonna take me ages to get through what’s already in the freezer. By the time it’s gone, I’ll have a better handle on where I’m going with this.

*I went to a steakhouse with Scott on Friday, and had a STEAK. I ordered the smallest sirloin on the menu, ate half, and let Scott take home the leftovers. MY GOD IT WAS GOOD.


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an end to all the violence

Yeah, so, um, this week’s theme fell together by accident, and I kinda don’t have any other violent things to talk about. I still really, really like that gun, and I still can’t find my switchblade, and… that’s about it. Jimmy forgets that I CAN’T TALK ABOUT ninja camp or they take away my license to ninj. So except for my occasional emotionally violent outbursts, I’m pretty much tapped out. I punched my friend Chris once, when I just couldn’t take any more of his bigoted, homophobic, chauvinist crap. There was a time during my angsty teen years when frustration would get the better of me, and I did manage to take a few chunks out of my plaster walls (plaster, not sheetrock) and I once broke a window in a brief rage… but no WEAPONS. Watch out, though… I have a set of Henckels kitchen knives, and I know how to use them!

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Violence Week continues

A long, long time ago
I can still remember…

Waaaaay back in high school, Mandy went to Italy and was kind enough to bring me home a souvenir… a switchblade knife of my very own. It looked just like one of those “Oh my it’s a switchblade oh ha ha it’s really just a comb” gags, except that it really was a switchblade. It wasn’t very big, it wasn’t particularly sharp even, but it was mine and I loved it.

Recently, a pal was regaling me with a tale of humorous switchblade antics, and I thought to myself, “Hey! I have a switchblade! Um, where is it?” I’ve looked in my jewelry box, and in the other, littler jewelry box, in the drawer where I keep the patches that Mandy also brought back from Italy, in the Blackened VooDoo box that I’ve been toting around for years and I don’t even REMEMBER what’s in it… and I can’t find that thing anywhere.

Now, a switchblade isn’t the kind of thing you throw away. Nor is it the type of item that you’d sell at a garage sale. It is the kind of thing I’d give to a friend who would appreciate it more than I do, but… I don’t think I have any friends who fall into that category. So I do have hope that it will turn up. But…

I did a little research online tonight. Turns out that in the state of Colorado, it is illegal to carry OR POSSESS a switchblade. And for my posse in California, it’s legal to possess a switchblade, but you can only legally carry it if the blade is UNDER TWO INCHES (misdemeanor crime otherwise). However… in California… if your knife contains a “detent or similar mechanism that provides some resistance to opening the knife,” then your knife is no longer considered a switchblade and there is no length limit unless you’re on school property. However (again), that is STATE law. Individual cities may have their own ordinances.

Yeah, so, there’s your public service announcement for the day. It’s a jungle out there.


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the kid in me

I have all of the natural grace of a football falling down a flight of stairs, but…

I still want pointe shoes and one of those sticky-outy pancake tutus.


And a minigun that shoots 50 rounds/second. Aw, yeah.


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