Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Yes, I STILL Knit
"The only thing I can see us disagreeing about is that I'm an aggressive minimalist," he said.
"I kind of am, too. I mean, I don't have stuff falling out of closets, or five storage units that I'm not telling you about, or anything. But...I have a lot of yarn. And I don't knit very much anymore, because I spend a lot of time hanging out with you and talking, and it seems kind of rude to knit instead of looking at you. And, well, I have a LOT of yarn."
"How much is 'a lot'?"
"Uh..."
I should get back into knitting. This little hat is the only project I've completed this year.
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Monday, November 04, 2013
The Metro
"Jeri?"
"Uh huh?"
"Jeri!"
"Yes?"
"JERI!!!"
"Oh my God, what?"
"I need a Manhattan. Mr. Wolf just said that he wants to go out with me, and I think I want to go out with him, and we were just at Metro, and that's why you couldn't go, because he wanted to tell me, and you couldn't go anyway because of the babbies, but anyway, you weren't there, so it was just us, and he said that he'd always--"
"Drink this."
Gulp. "--always had a thing for me, but - that was delicious, thanks - BUT we'd always been with other people, and now we're not, but he's moving to Las Vegas in, like, two weeks, so I'm going to have to figure out how to fit bi-weekly flights from Oakland into my budget, and I had to drive right over here and tell you, because holy SHIT."
"Wait...what?"
"Mister. Wolf. Wants. To. Date. ME."
"Now I need a drink."
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Sunday, November 03, 2013
Saturday, November 02, 2013
Dude! You just got Rijned!
"You got two Vermeers and a Frans Hals! Why is that only worth 45 cents?" said nobody on a gaming floor, ever.
"See, babe, what makes that funny is that Rembrandt died destitute, and...wait, that's not funny. That's not funny at all. Now I'm sad," said I.
Meanwhile, somewhere on the UCSB campus, an Art History grad student is knocking on a locked door during office hours and getting no response. On the other side of the door, head in her hands, Dr. Ann Adams is quietly weeping.
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Labels: Las Vegas, NaBloPoMo, O Culture!
Friday, November 01, 2013
November
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