It's the economy stupid. Our debt is unsustainable. We can't keep increasing the debt ceiling- the global economy won't stand for that any more than it could if we just printed more money. There are greedy people in charge with their hands in my back pocket and this has got to change. People like the Enron execs and Bailout receivers are breaking moral laws that we don't have real laws for and people are getting fucked for them.
Unnecessary wars. Why are Americans dying in places we don't belong? Why are we wasting money on this shit? We're only making more enemies in the long run.
Education. Our educational system is getting worse and worse. I can't rant enough about it.
Incumbent disposal. I like to vote out incumbents. If you've been in Washington more than 10 years, you are now part of the problem.
What I HAVE to vote on:
Women's rights. I don't need a picture from a transvaginal ultrasound (VA and AZ). I don't need to think about if it was rape or not (Chuck Winder). I don't need to be charged with murder, should I decide on termination or any procedure that may carry that risk (Colorado). I need reasonable priced healthcare available for all, and I don't need to justify WHY I want birth control pills or other therapy. It's MY body and I am a grown up and can decide for myself. I don't need to ask for my husband or my father or my son's permission for this shit either. 50% of the population is Female, and We Vote.
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Swapped yarn, or yarn received as Gifts, doesn’t count as stash. This yarn has Memories. (corollary: Yarn purchased for gifting cannot be stash because it is not for you)
Yarn bought for a specific project doesn’t count as stash.
Yarn paired with a pattern does not count as stash. This is a now a project, and Projects are Not Stash.
Club Yarn does not count as stash, because it is either Sock Yarn or comes with a Pattern (therefore Project), or both.
Yarn only used by you for one purpose only, such as dishcloth cotton or weaving yarn (I use #10 cotton for inkle loom projects only), doesn’t count as stash.
Souvenir Yarn doesn’t count as stash. See Memories.
Fiber isn’t Yarn, and therefore should not count as stash.
Yarn you have Spun is Art and therefore Not Stash.
Leftovers are Not Stash.
Therefore the majority of your yarn is either a Project waiting for Needles, or associated with Memories and therefore treasured and perhaps never to be used. Your stash is too small and I recommend you go straight to the Holiday Yarns website and immediately acquire more things.
In truth, I also have rules that include:
1. Never buy what you can't afford. You can't eat yarn. Insulation is no excuse, when you can't pay utilities.
2. Buy the good stuff when you can. Life is too short to knit with yarn that doesn't keep you happy.
3. If the yarn doesn't have a happy home with you, find it a new one. There is a purpose for every yarn, yea even Red Heart. Someone will love it.
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.
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 http://www.nanowrimo.org - 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.
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.