holla at tim gunn

More cell phone related irritation.  We all went to Costco last Sunday to just get whatever they had available rather than pay $400.00 up front online, and while they did have a phone that I'm okay with (it was actually my first choice, not the color I wanted, but big whoop, I'm not 14, I can deal), my father has some credit alert thing that was put on all the employees at his library because someone hacked into the database for their health insurance company.  This means that he has to call all the credit bureaus and tell them that it's okay for AT&T to check his credit before we can go make another attempt to get the phones.

And so, since my father's been working all week and hates sitting on hold on the phone, we have yet to have things fixed.  His deadline is Friday, cause we have to try to get the phones again next Sunday.

I did not find the spider last night so I could kill it.  I'm pretty sure it's still waiting for me somewhere.  

Project Runway - I have now heard Tim Gunn utter the phrase "Holla at your boy."  I think I can die.  I loved it when he asked that fucking tanned freak of nature from Seattle (so embarrassed) what it meant, exactly, and he had no real response.  Also, man looks fabulous in a raincoat.  FABULOUS.  

Tim Gunn is totally street, yo.

Also, this season's crop is very half and half.  Half of the people there seem young, but talented, and kinda awkward.  The other half consists of pieces of shit like SuedeFace who constantly spit out one liners in the hopes that they will end up on Talk Soup later in the week.  What a boon to their careers, no?  Oh, and then there's Stella, who fits in neither half, and whom I kinda love for her alternating between confusion and shit-talking the youngsters.

As for Shear Genius, I don't know why I even continue to try.  I stayed on the channel after PR mainly cause they said the quickie challenge in the beginning was going to be all extreme haircolor stuff, which sounded bitching, but mostly everyone just ended up hot pink.  The bird of paradise one was cool, but that's about it.  And the rest of the show was disaster.  Note to that one bitch - using Jessica Simpson as an example to justify why you gave one of your models a ridiculous blond natty curly nightmare will never help you.  NEVER.  

My fishie is unhappy in his little tank.  I think.  It's hard to tell.  I know that I'm sick of cleaning it out by hand, and I must soon scrape together the cash to buy him a tank with a filter.  

My crocheted dice bags have come out so fucking cool.  I just need to figure out how to get my camera to take better damn pictures of them!  It's a great outdoor camera, but it's so hard getting the lighting right for an inanimate object that I've given up several times before trying to photograph these things.  I guess I'll try outside. 

I also used up some thread scraps the other night to make a tiny bag for the coins I use for my I Ching stuff, and it's really nice.  Doing that, of course, made me want to cast them, so I figured since it's Birthday Month approaching, I'd ask about how the coming month will go.  I pretty much expected the answer.

I am all kinds of hungry, and I don't know what to make.  Balls.  

Pray that the spiders don't get me, please.