Posts Tagged 'follies'

The valley of the jeggings

Yea, though I walk through the shadow of jeggings,

I will fear no fishnets….

For at least they’re stockings

and go with a dress.

— inspired by a depressing shopping trip to find black slacks. The only pair I found has peached fabric, which shows every cat hair and speck of dust. But at least it’s work appropriate, if I have a clothes brush at work.

Manic catnip fiend

Manic catnip fiend

Leia, the wunderkat has decided she likes catnip… a lot. We even brought home a small catnip lobster from Maine for her.
She is now a manic catnip fiend, and her love for “lobbie” is somewhat embarrassing.

Pearl watercolors

Who knew that the Yasutomo paints I talked about in my last post would have such satisfying results. Sheer, with a shiny sheen. So now, it’s time to find cold-pressed dark watercolor paper. Or maybe these can be used less like watercolors on sheer paper, and then layered over something else.

If the paint doesn’t fade while it dries, I’ll take a picture in the daylight of my doodle. 🙂

New word of the day: Jagwire

Used by radio announcers when referring to a “Jagwire dealership”.

Because the most sophisticated people drive Jagwires.

No, I’m not kidding.

Early MAS

While walking in a deep state city with friends, we were passed by a group of boys in an SUV. The guys looked at the people on the sidewalk, and one of them hooted and high-fived out the window. Then he fell back, blushing, while his friends pounded him on the back and the car drove away.

I realized, in that moment, that I had witnessed a test of the early Mammary Alert System. If I had been 90, the reaction would have been the same. [sigh Congratulations kid. You’ve demonstrated to your friends that you’re a red blooded American. Guess you can check that box and stop worrying that your friends will think you don’t like girls.]

It was funny, sad, and over the top.

All things embittered

… and other manglings of popular culture, television program names, and brand names.

Confessions of a word mangler:

  1. I’ve subbed the nickname “All Things Embittered” for the Natl. Public Radio Program “All Things Considered“. It’s a weird linguistic fondness when I create weird nicknames for things. (I must love this show, since I listen to it while I drive my car all the time.)
  2. There’s a bank that I have nicknamed “First Rust”. Yes, I grew up in the rustbelt of America. (In this case their logo inspired me, and no I can’t help this one. I’ve banked at other weird places, like one called “Chemical” and at least i think of iron when I see their logo too.)
  3. “This Old Louse” and “This Old Spouse” are nicknames for “This Old House” on Public Television (Follow the link — it’s filled with interesting stuff for home reno)
  4. Some politicians are guilty of moral twerpitude.

I can’t think up clever nicknames for things like “American Idol,” “Lost” etc. That is possibly because I don’t watch them. Or it’s because I find the original names unimaginative. Anything on a roadway with a logo is fair game, otherwise I’d expire with boredom on roadtrips without the opportunity of mangling the name of a company — Laceys, Foodline, SEPTIC, Aint to Trouble You. I sometimes wonder if everyone does this.

Why I don’t attend church more often

church silhouetteThere are things about church that I like in general. I like the peacefulness, the music, and sometimes the sermons. I like being part of a group of people all centered on the same thought or emotions. The church around the corner does good works, offers a sense of community, etc. The pastor is really trying to make the church welcoming, and sees the church as part of the equal rights struggle. All well and good.

I just wish people on the GLBTQ (and friends) committee wouldn’t come up to me and say, “You know what I like about gay people? You’re all so happy and throw the best parties,” thinking that I’ll be delighted with their openness.

Ahem: I haven’t thrown any parties, rave music isn’t played in my house, I have yet to deploy my butterfly wings in chapel, and I don’t wear rainbow antenna to church. Instead, I’m a kind of average singer who brings food for the food pantry, and who is normally good-natured, except about her commute. Am I just being crabby here? Or would it be appropriate to just say, “What I love about straight people is they have children so I don’t have to.”? Or leave the committee after politely saying, “Screaming now?”. That might leave the committee with just “friends” though. And they mean well, bless their little hearts. (BTW: This conversation didn’t happen recently. It’s just simmering up again as I realize that more U.S. states than not have anti-citizen legislation that makes it illegal for a certain group of consenting adults to marry or have rights.)

Saturday is so short

Here’s a goofy list of things that might be more worthwhile than mowing the lawn (which is what everyone else is up to, according to my ears):

  • Prepping a door for painting (apparently not enough of a break in the humidity)
  • Walking to the library (planning on doing this in a few minutes)
  • Going to a museum
  • Baking cookies (there’s a break in the humidity)
  • Go to a park — it’s SUNNY
  • Photography (the first sunny day in a week)
  • Sketching (ditto)
  • Knitting (this can be done in the evening)
  • Reading a shirt pattern (again — can be done in the evening)
  • Go on a mad and crazy road trip
  • Cleaning projects (UGH, but necessary)
  • Hacking at the evil shrub (yep. did some of this)

Some of these are limited by the lack of water pressure today. I’m reluctant to come into contact with potential poison ivy in the evil shrub if I can’t wash off the itch.  I nearly broke the glass coffeepot this morning with the blast of air as I tried to fill it (no worries, I do have a little bottled water for essentials), so I’m reluctant to start washing things.

If I prep the door for painting this AM, maybe I can do a quick bit of lawn mowing to appease the neighbors. (mowed the lawn) Eh, if you had a beautiful, sunny day after a week of thunderstorms, which would you choose?

I Did Read the Instructions

… but I did not start the decreases in the back of my honeycomb vest at row 2 of the honeycomb pattern. I did read the instructions. But, even after the row of multiple frogging [it was in row 8] I did not sense a strange wrongness in The Force.

I think I’ll give myself a little time out while I ponder what I should do next — rip it, or start the decreases at row 10. Thoughts? Maybe the designer Sarah Castor should weigh in. I’m more disappointed in my reading ahead skills than anything else. Guess I shouldn’t knit unchecked on a manic weekend filled with singing in a concert and shopping for dresses, eh?

Linguistic Oddities

Do you know what the following words mean:

  • clabberation
  • sweat cakes

I heard both of these on the radio in Maryland (which many people in the state refer to as “Merlin”), and my mind boggled.

“Clabberation” does not have anything to do with clabber girls [and biscuits] or calibration, but instead was being used by someone from the VA Hospitals to describe the sort of teamwork needed to ensure our current returning veterans get the level of care needed from different departments. (Collaboration)

“Sweat cakes” are what you put out for wild birds like woodpeckers and chickadees in winter, on sale at a high end garden center in the suburbs… and yes, the garden center paid for the ad copy and didn’t notice or didn’t care about this pronunciation by the actress who was trying to sound like a very upperclass British person. (Suet cakes) Note, at this link people apparently _want_ sweat cakes, so maybe the garden center should market to them. (Just kidding….)

It isn’t a foreign language, but there are days when it’s harder to follow, because familiar words surface in a kind of odd linguistic stew. Today on a classical radio station (possibly from Virginia or Washington), I heard musical pieces by the composers Batch and Mossert.