Dear Dear Diary
Friday, September 26, 2008
In the interest of something happy, have this:


I have a funeral to attend tomorrow. Have a better day than me.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
Fingerlakes Fiber Fest 2008

Daisysmom and I went and we had a great time!

The line in front of us, as we got there 10 minutes early, despite an unplanned detour.
The line behind us as the gate opened.
The Golding booth- very early in the day before the blank spots appeared.
Antique knitting machines!
In the front left, silkworms do lunch. On their right, dried cocoons and pupae. The hands in the background are reeling off one thin thread off each cocoon in the shallow bowl of liquid and spinning them off onto the reel. The can is full of exposed silkworm pupae, for eating purposes.

Great Wheels. I have no room for one, and Jazz would shit a brick if I brought one home.
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Friday, September 19, 2008
This is beautiful. And from Princess Tata:

Speaking of stocking stuffers: topping my list is a gift that gives and gives, and it came to me through the Quaker ladies' grapevine. Yes, there is one. They do too drink wine, I've seen 'em, duh!

Dear Friends:

We may have thought we wanted a woman on a national political ticket, but the joke has really been on us, hasn't it? Are you as sick in your stomach as I am at the thought of Sarah Palin as Vice President of the United States ?

Since Palin gave her speech accepting the Republican nomination for the Vice Presidency, Barack Obama's campaign has raised over $10 million dollars. Some of you may already be supporting the Obama campaign financially; others of you may still be a little honked off over the primaries. None of you, however, can be happy with Palin's selection, especially on her positions on women's issues. So, if you feel you can't support the Obama campaign financially, may I suggest the following fiendishly brilliant alternative?

Make a donation to Planned Parenthood or NARAL- Pro Choice In Sarah Palin's name. And here's the good part: when you make a donation to PP in her name, they'll send her a card telling her that the donation has been made in her honor. Here's the link to the Planned Parenthood and NARAL websites

Planned Parenthood

You'll need to fill in the address to let PP/NARAL know where to send the 'in Sarah Palin's honor' card. I suggest you use the address for the McCain campaign headquarters, which is:

McCain for President
1235 S. Clark Street
1st Floor
Arlington , VA 22202
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I sing corrected. TODAY is Talk like a Pirate Day. (I'm usually very wrong about the day anyway...) But here's a song for ye lads and lasses:

Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home, watch TV,
But, brother, if I had me druthers,
I’d chuck it and head out to sea,

For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main
And trade me computer for rum! ARRR!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
When laptops are benches God gave us fer wenches,
And a sail ain't a low price ta pay!
When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs
And pound back the grog till we're sloshed! Yo ho....

Don’t pick up yer phone and say “Hello,
Our ten-o-clock meeting’s delayed”,
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,
“AVAST! Ye’ve been bleedin’ BELAYED!”

Ye can’t keep this fun to yerself, I bet,
So sing “Aye!” “ARRR!” “Ayy!” every man!
We ain’t got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty
And let out a hearty YO HO!
And if this offends you, hold y'r breath as we sends you
Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go! Yo ho....

We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!"
Buy latte with pieces of eight
We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun
The loser, o' course, is worst mate!

When we hoist Jolly Roger, the landlubbers dodge 'er,
We fill 'em with loathing and fear,
We'll plunder and pillage each city and village,
Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer!

There ain't no computin' or morning commutin',
No "Parking Lot Full" signs for me,
No lawns ta be mowin' or bills to be owin',
I'm knowin' the pull of the sea.

The fresh salty brace of the wind on my face
Through hurricane, sunshine or squalls,
I'm keepin' my eyes on the distant horizon,
Verizon can hold all my calls!

To wear a red coat full o’ buckles,
To earn a few duelling scars,
Well, at least we can get a few chuckles
By filling the office with ARRRs!

And maybe we’ll never get closer,
Than watchin’ ‘em on the big screen,
So here’s to old Errol and Depp as Jack Sparrow,
And every damn one in between!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
That time in September when sea dogs remember
That grown-ups still know how ta play!
When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy
And a soft-wear patch covers your eye,
Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs
And buccaneers all till we die!

So hoist up the mainsils and shut down your brain cells,
They only would get in the way,
Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party,
It's "Talk... Like... A Pirate" Day!

Tom Smith
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Thursday, September 18, 2008

Happy Talk like a Pirate Day!
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Sunday, September 14, 2008
Some things are better than politics.
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Over on the Research blog is a new little something about spindle whorls.

Other updates include the fact that I have finished My Vintage socks, but the camera is NOT cooperating to take pictures of the finished socks! I'm annoyed.
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Thursday, September 11, 2008

You know, I was trying to leave you with something sweet and perhaps a little weepy. But no, someone had to show this to me, and I had to throw up in my mouth a little. If you want your own or to design your own action figure doll, you can get it here.
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It's 9/11. That means it's time to trot out the memorabilia and memories ad nauseum and fear for repeat attacks to mark the anniversary. This is usually abhorrent to me. I don't watch it on the TV and I try to play ostrich and pretend it didn't happen.

But it did.

Jazz had to write an article about his memories.

So I was companionably forced to recall what I could. I was woken by the phone and told to turn on the TV. I did so, just in time to watch the second plane fly into the second tower. Confusion ensued as I told Jazz about it- he still only knew of the one plane. I got dressed and went downstairs. I saw the first tower fall, then the second. I thought of everyone I knew in that area. I thought of what I would have done if I were trapped in the building- would I have run upstairs or down? Would I have left my purse? What of the person in a wheelchair? What if it had been a bad day for my gastrointestinal system and I was stuck in the john pooping? I admit to odd obsessions.

I stayed curled in a blanket most of the day, near the computer for IMs and near the phone. I didn't call anyone- because I knew jamming the phones would make things worse. I remembered thinking there must be cell phone repeaters on top of the towers as well as radio antennae. Who did I know in NYC? My best friend teaches kindergarten in Staten Island. But that's far enough to where she ought to be safe.

Then the plane hit the Pentagon.

When did Mom say Da was last in Washington? Fuck. He might be there. I did call home for that- they don't live near The City either. Mom reassured me- he had been the week before, but he was home now. He later sent me email where he told me he had walked that hall and attended meetings in that sector.

CNN kept covering Washington- the Capitol Building was evacuated, and various bigwigs stood around with their hands in their pockets, just talking. Their body language suggested they were ready for some brandy and a cigar. A reporter approached. They immediately said they felt sympathy for all the lives lost and hoped nothing else bad would happen- but they said it dismissively, like well-oiled cogs. I never wanted to hit someone so hard in my life. They weren't empathetic at all. It wasn't their lives in danger. They had not had a building fall on them. They were already pondering the spin and how to work this tragedy to their favor, to their will.

By the end of the day, we heard from my brother-in-law who had been staying at the Marriott the day before and checked out 15 minutes before the planes hit. We heard from my nephew last- he called his grandmother desperate for car assistance and pissed that he could not get a hold of anything. He had been on a trip with his fiance and didn't even know the Towers had been hit. His apartment was less than a mile away from the Towers.

We didn't hear the story of the PA flight for a while. I can't imagine their bravery. Or having a message on my answering machine from my beloved like so many received.

But the chilling tale for me from that day comes from my teaching friend. She told of an announcement over the loudspeaker of the first plane, then the second, and of the towers falling. The school was silent. A good percentage of the children had parents working in Manhattan. Some even worked in the Towers. As the day went by, parents arrived, hugged their children firmly, and took them home. And the children grew paler and paler with worry, the longer the day went on. There were no kids left in her class by the end of the day. Only a couple of students lost a parent, but everyone in that school knew somebody who died. A few weeks later, the first plane flew overhead in NYC again, and it was an odd sound. Some of the children dove under the desk. My friend stiffened nervously, waiting for the distant boom. It took months before she could ignore a flying plane again.

On 9/12, I was driving on an errand. There was a long line of cars in front of me, all with little US flags on them. I felt I was in a funeral. There were flags everywhere.

The first speech the president gave afterwards was raving but moving. Had he asked us, we would have individually gone through the caves of Afghanistan personally to find Osama. But no, he was blaming Sadam Hussein and Iraq, and it felt irrational to me. The country slowly woke up from blind grief and patriotic fervor, but that took months, and perhaps years. We hung a flag for more than a year, but now I'm just sad when I look at it, furled by the door.

I still freeze a little when I hear a low flying plane. I wait for the boom.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Perhaps I go too far.

Perhaps I care not.

But really, I ought to post Something Else.
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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

If this video works, I'd just like to state for the record I adore Michael Palin.
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Thursday, September 04, 2008
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Why should I say anything more about Sarah Palin when it's pretty much all here.

After hearing her speech, I strongly recommend she get a speech coach. George Burns would say she has terrible hands. Between the nose wrinkle and the stern look, and all that finger pointing, I felt I was being scolded. But because she had no skills at maintaining any tone to her speech that was not snide, I kept expecting her to take off the glasses, undo her hair and start taking off clothes to cheesy boom chicka chicka waw waw....

And I hate myself for expecting that.

I really would like a woman to win and be president some day. But I didn't like Hillary, and I don't like Sarah. Don't ever expect me to vote for someone just because she and I both have ovaries. It doesn't matter. I want to vote on the issues and character. And she Just Does Not Have the kind of character I like or respect.
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Tuesday, September 02, 2008

I’m just concerned about Sarah Palin's decision making abilities.

1. Did she really abuse power with “Troopergate” to get the brother-in-law fired when she could not go after him legally before she became governor?
2. Is there a coverup concerning the daughter? While I don’t mind that she has decided to adopt her daughter’s special needs child (if it’s true) I object to the cover up. I question her judgment about the speech + flight+ car ride while possibly in labor without seeking medical attention other than a phone call. It just seems fishy to me. Plus there’s a comment a month later about her one and only son being in the military and being shipped off to Iraq. 5th kid ought to come much faster - but that’s a usual rule of thumb and not always. My baby brother (the third kid) took twice as long, but that’s because he wanted to be born ass first. It proves he’s always been a butthead. My aunt’s third kid though took two hours. Tops.
3. I’m concerned about her say-anything - She campaigned for governor in favor of the bridge to nowhere- and now is saying that she has always objected to it.
4. And of course, I’m seriously concerned about her lack of experience when this is a charge consistently given against Obama.

I don’t like her and she frightens me.

Oh and the 17-year-old is now 5 months pregnant. If she really is 5 months along, then the whole 5th baby maybe being hers is dubious, because it's hard to give birth while you're conceiving. (Although you can get pregnant immediately after giving birth or at least that month). So much for teaching your children abstinence only. I firmly believe this sort of thing happens when you teach abstinence only- because that just doesn't work. Young adults will experiment and they will end up doing the wrong thing sometimes.
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This rather schizophrenic blog was started as a fictional blog, written by a character of a story. I've since taken it over for writing personal stuff I don't mind sharing with anyone who cares. I am also writing thoughts about writing and stories that move me.

Other places I go:
Georg's Research
Help local kitties
I have relatives. Be afraid
Blessed is the One True Tami
Tata the Bodacious
Obligatory Yarn Harlot
It is impossible not to love Sandi Wiseheart once you've met her
The Tsarina
Holiday Yarns
I like the name Twiggi
Who to blame for my sock addiction
Maybe the cleverest blog title
Romancing the Yarn
Why I read Romancing the Yarn
Get an ab work out with laughter
My Kitty Obsession
You meet the nicest people playing video games
I'm such a fanboi
One of my stalker targets
The other stalkee
I just love Josh (the cat)
Josh the Cat and friends
Pet politics
Pet Care
If I were a sheep, I'd be Delores
I live here now
Not Your Mama's Crafters
Make a Lily Pad

Anything not marked might be just me, Georg, posting as myself.

It's just this blog, okay? Some of it is story. Some of it is animals. Some of it is knitting. It's a blog.

For story #1, I do recommend starting from the beginning of this blog if you haven't read this before. Please start at the beginning.

I did mean it to be for - but I never got quite got it done under the wire.

Jeannie is the author/main character.
Frank is her husband. Poor man.
Tony is musician/singer.
Angie is a teenager, who was Jeannie's best friend. Now currently dead.
Honestly, there is no connection between Jeannie and me and Frank and my husband.

Story #2
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.

Story #3
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.

Story #4
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.

Story X
Reserving this for one-offs, poems, etc.

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Marriage is love.

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