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Still making afghan squares. I have 15 of them now. I'm contemplating suffocating myself with the blanket once it's finished. Both blankets, I mean. Because I'm making two. Because I'm STUPID.
I had to buy my second pound of yarn today. POUND OF YARN. That means that I've gotten nearly through 1000 yards of yarn, just on this project alone. And that isn't counting the other small blanket that I'm making out of scrap and stash yarn. That's the one that's going to be in different colors.
I wish I'd brought my nostepinne (translation: paper towel tube) with me to work so that I could wind my POUND of yarn into smaller balls like I usually do, but I'm dumb and forgot it. I'll have to root around and see if I have anything that will work in a pinch.
Anyone looking for a good new fantasy novel writer should check out Juliet Marillier. Her books are fantastic, particularly if you like your fantasy with a Celtic bent, as I do. I like her Wolfskin/Foxmask series best, even though it's more Norse mythology and history than Celtic, but it's still awesome. She uses fairy tales sometimes in her books, too, which I love. I'm waiting impatiently for Barnes & Noble to get in my copy of The Dark Mirror so that I can start that series.
There is a person I work with who has created an emergency canned food supply the likes of which has not been seen since Y2K, all in our con's office. He literally has filled an entire file cabinet drawer with a good 30-40 cans of soup, beans and ravioli. Then, in yet another drawer, there are millions of bags of Fritos and jars of salsa. Usually, he also has about 10-15 2-liters of Pepsi as well, but I think he's running low on those.
I'm not entirely convinced he has a home. Or a fridge. I am, however, pretty sure that he has scurvy, or at least he would if he didn't have the occasional Subway sandwich.
We didn't really do canned food when I was a kid, so maybe that's why I'm so horrified. But Jesus.
In slightly related news, I think I'm going to kill myself before 2am. If I do, I leave Shen all my manga, and Aleph all of my My Little Ponies.
I had to buy my second pound of yarn today. POUND OF YARN. That means that I've gotten nearly through 1000 yards of yarn, just on this project alone. And that isn't counting the other small blanket that I'm making out of scrap and stash yarn. That's the one that's going to be in different colors.
I wish I'd brought my nostepinne (translation: paper towel tube) with me to work so that I could wind my POUND of yarn into smaller balls like I usually do, but I'm dumb and forgot it. I'll have to root around and see if I have anything that will work in a pinch.
Anyone looking for a good new fantasy novel writer should check out Juliet Marillier. Her books are fantastic, particularly if you like your fantasy with a Celtic bent, as I do. I like her Wolfskin/Foxmask series best, even though it's more Norse mythology and history than Celtic, but it's still awesome. She uses fairy tales sometimes in her books, too, which I love. I'm waiting impatiently for Barnes & Noble to get in my copy of The Dark Mirror so that I can start that series.
There is a person I work with who has created an emergency canned food supply the likes of which has not been seen since Y2K, all in our con's office. He literally has filled an entire file cabinet drawer with a good 30-40 cans of soup, beans and ravioli. Then, in yet another drawer, there are millions of bags of Fritos and jars of salsa. Usually, he also has about 10-15 2-liters of Pepsi as well, but I think he's running low on those.
I'm not entirely convinced he has a home. Or a fridge. I am, however, pretty sure that he has scurvy, or at least he would if he didn't have the occasional Subway sandwich.
We didn't really do canned food when I was a kid, so maybe that's why I'm so horrified. But Jesus.
In slightly related news, I think I'm going to kill myself before 2am. If I do, I leave Shen all my manga, and Aleph all of my My Little Ponies.
