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Tara is here. Erin is here. Yarn is in the mail. It is cursed yarn. A million things went wrong during the course of the sending of the yarn. I have passed the curse on to a woman in California. May she knit a cursed sweater with it.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:19 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, April 25, 2003

I took the seller's original picture and made it more accurate using Photoshop.

But I'm not using the accurate picture in the item description. I want it to sell.

This is what Steve agrees I should really say to sell the yarn:

"I bought this yarn on ebay and I thought it would be a nice soft spring green but in real life it freakin hurt my eyes. Well, I tried to convince myself that I liked it, and my friends all lied to me except one. She told me it was damn ugly and that she'd laugh at me if I made a sweater out of it and wore it in front of her. Finally, I caved. So I'm selling it. Listen, you'll probably like it-- it's hip and emo. All the cool kids are dressing like old Jewish grammas from South Beach. So buy this yarn and be the hippest ironic emo kid on the block."

But I think I'm gonna go with the standard spiel...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:05 PM | shower me with attention

I just can't do it. I can't start a big project with yarn that makes my eyes hurt.

So, people will just have to go buy my yarn so I can take their money and buy some new yarn that I DO like.

Sigh.

(Thanks, Sis, for letting me sell on your account.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:32 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, April 24, 2003

This is fascinating.

Now, when I was at the height of my Dragonrealms obsession-- '99 or so-- I remember wanting this particular gown for my character, an elf empath, so badly that I almost understood the concept of paying actual money to purchase virtual items. The description of a dress. The idea of a dress. (Drop-waist, dark blue watered silk with golden bumblebess embroidered near the hem of the full skirt-- but nevertheless.) I never quite got insane enough to actually do this-- instead, I logged long hours in the infirmary, healing dwarves and G'ortogs and whatever else came along until I-- er, my character-- had enough to afford the gown.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:56 PM | shower me with attention

Last year at this time, I was reading Wallace Stevens in the sunshine and I wrote this parody. (Link won't work, it's near the bottom of the page.)

Fun to revisit it, although it does read like a Mad Magazine reject.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:10 PM | shower me with attention

I bought this yarn on ebay. The price was excellent and I love, love, love the yarn this company puts out. I've been dying to try my hand at making the sitcom chic cardigan. It's the most complicated pattern I've ever attempted, but I feel up to the challenge.

My issue is, that the actual colour of the yarn is slightly... lime-y-er than it appears here. I was hoping for more of a muted spring green. This colour is rather brighter. It's actually... well, like the colour shown on the company's website. Don't get me wrong, I think it's a pretty enough colour and I'm making the sweater, regardless, but... my mother described it as "old-lady green". My father calls it "kelly green". Both of these descriptions displease me greatly. My mom amended her statement thusly: "It's like something from South Beach."

This does not help me.

It is not old-lady green. It's... it's hip, dammit. HIP! Or, at least, not old-lady-ish.

Someone tell me I'm right. Because, goddammit, I'm gonna make this sweater and wear this sweater and love this sweater. And I'm going to call it "spring green" in my head. It makes me feel better.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:42 AM | shower me with attention

This no-caffeine-on-Sundays-and-Wednesdays policy is starting to be difficult. I spent most of yesterday dozing in front of the tv. At one point, I believe I was watching Encino Man, and I believe I was offended, not on the Pauly Shore level, but on the this-is-bad-paleoarchaeology level.

My cavity is flaring up and it is imperative I see a dentist. However, I have discovered that our family dentist, who I've been seeing since I was seven years old, doesn't accept my mom's dental insurance. And since my dad is retired and no longer has his own dental insurance, this means we have to find a new dentist.

And by we, I mean the following people, who are covered under my mom's dental (and medical) plans: My mom. My dad. Myself, until July 11, 2004, as long as I'm a full-time studnet. That's right. And my sister, who is no longer a student, is plumb out of luck. No cavities or flus for her, if you please. So here's to hoping she finds a job with benefits.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:57 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

I haven't watched Milos Foreman's Hair in years and here it is on Showtime and here's something new in the experience: Twyla Tharp's choreography is really annoying me.

I've never been annoyed by choreography before.

Isn't that something.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:24 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Oh my!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention

My life may not be perfect, but it sure ain't shabby. I am very lucky to be so blessed. I'm glad I have a life and am not one of those petty little people who read someone's blog and make nasty comments about them because they're so blind with jealousy that they ignore all the details that don't have to do with, say, the object of their obsession, and therefore miss crucial facts such as that someone has a job and goes to school and loves her family and friends and is building a life as best she can. Yes, I sure am glad I'm not one of those pathetic people.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:58 PM | shower me with attention

Re: Kitana's dream:

1. Yes, Tante Joan has a car.

2. Why does everyone dream that I'm mean to them?

3. Scott. I love him. That's not related to the dream, but I want to make him a website.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:09 PM | shower me with attention

Link-cleaning. Goodbye, Nurul. Welcome back, Cheryl. Hello, Bruce.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:04 PM | shower me with attention

You know how sometimes you get a cavity in your lower left molar and you forget about it because it goes to sleep or something for awhile and anyway your dentist is all the way in Brooklyn and that's quite a schlep, and then one day you're sitting at your desk munching on trail mix from the snack machine upstairs because you're uncharacteristically starving at 10:30 in the morning and all of a sudden you bite down on a piece of dried date and a sharp spike of pain shoots through your jaw and you think, "OWWWW FUCKING TRAIL MIX OWWWWW"?

I hate that.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:38 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, April 21, 2003

Know how I fell asleep last night?

Swear to god: Disney Lullabies Volume 2. It's a dusty videocassette that we picked up somewhere or another for a dollar about a decade ago. I'd forgotten we had it, but I dug it up last night, stuck it in the VCR in my room, and let Dorothy McGuire and Peggy Lee sing me to sleep.

What's that word therapists like to use? Regression?

I wonder what songs were on Volume 1. I can't find it on the web anywhere, this thing was so ghetto.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:14 PM | shower me with attention

Alina Chiara Foley was born on April 16, 2003 at 6:00 AM on the dot. She
weighed 7 lbs, 3 oz and stretched out to 19 inches. We couldn't be more
blissed out!

xxCrissy & Dave

!!!!!!!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:52 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, April 20, 2003

My dad's been very well behaved, for him. We all watched some of The Ruling Class (Peter O'Toole thinks he's Jesus-- mm mm mm) and went for a walk and had tea after the big Easter dinner, which wasn't too bad despite the ham. Also, we coloured eggs, and Tante Joan brought over the Easter bonnets she made out of straw hats and fake flowers. I always associate Easter with T.J. and her straw hats and fake flowers.

So, speaking of The Ruling Class, that one definitely goes on my film-festival list. When we had sort of a film-club going on, some friends and I, we each picked a theme of movies to watch. My theme was called "Donkey Donkey Donkey Don Quixote". (Which is a Newsradio reference, if you want to know.) The films in it were They Might Be Giants, Don Juan de Marco and The Ruling Class. A man thinks he's Sherlock Holmes, a man thinks he's Don Juan, a man thinks he's Jesus. Of course we never got around to my theme-- we never got past the first theme. ("Comedies of the 1950's"-- Gina and I were the only ones who got around to watching the movies in that one.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:11 PM | shower me with attention