28 May 2008

Why do I find this amusing?


It's actually rather tragic. While I in no way condone domestic violence of any sort, and I realize that sobriety is very difficult to maintain for an addict, the visualization of this guy doing what he's been accused of doing, all while naked to the world, brings a smile to my wrinkled, craggy old visage... An excerpt:

MINNEAPOLIS (AP) -- A convicted felon who became a motivational speaker -- and used his life experiences to warn teens about the dangers of drugs and crime -- is accused of going on a bender, threatening to kill his girlfriend and her son, and smashing a former prison buddy in the face with a statue of John Wayne.

Hey. It's the Midwest. Shit happens. In even stupider news, some poor schlub in Chi-town (not my town) was busted doing something which appears highly illicit in a Google Earth shot:
And don't even think about trying to find it directly at Google Maps, because the notoriety of this entire mess has led to the image being removed. (That, or somebody threatened to bash in some heads over the unwanted publicity). It has caused me to think twice whenever I'm at say, a grocery store, or someplace in public, and have to scratch or adjust an undergarment. You really never do know who's watching, and worst of all, you could end up on some heinous blog that shows you 'keeping it real.'

Is nothing sacred? Obviously not. Big ups to Gadling for allowing me to rip off/link to this story.

Gotta run now...

09 May 2008

03 May 2008

Stuff I Like.

First, I have to give a shout out to MaggieBelize from Ravelry, who graciously accepted my blind enquiry about life (and men) in Belize. It's great corresponding with another knitterista who is loves typing about the Central American/Caribbean nation. Speaking of Belize, it's time to post another pic of one of the many hot papis from my ¡caliente! file:

This is Orlando Habet
(and I wants me some of that)
Mr. Habet is the official head of chickens, (or some such title having to do with poultry). I know just looking at him has me ovulating. If I can still do that (hard to tell anymore).
I like this sock.
Meanwhile, I'm still knitting all manner of items, among which, I have an assload in my queue (so to speak). Earlier in the day, I came across this pattern called 'Fluke' as in, 'if I ever manage not to screw up lace, it'll be a real fluke.' I've included a photo of how they're supposed to look. Although I'm too demented and visually impared to knit lace, hope springs eternal, and I keep trying, just the same. When will I learn? Ms. Laurie Lee of SLC is the designer of this lovely pattern, by the way.

As to my escape from Corn Country, I imagine it'll be sometime in June. Some serious shit is going down in my world, and it's completely thrown a spanner in my works. The breaks, you know? Nevertheless, my refusal to acknowledge reality will keep me from completely giving in to adversity. I figure if it worked for Dan Quayle, it can work for me...

More to come. Meanwhile, enjoy the pretty pictures, and celebrate spring--even if it includes the occasional snowflake.

- d.