23 June 2006

Fridays are a good thing.

I may or may not have an utter and complete love for the delicious and kieflicious Kiefer William Frederick Dempsey George Rufus Sutherland.

Which is just another way of saying, thank you Fox, for having 2 hours of Kiefer William Frederick Dempsey George Rufus Sutherland every Friday night. And thank you for Sean Astin. He is utterly delicious in his own right. He's no Shohreh Aghdashloo but you know, he's hardly sloppy seconds.

Knitting? Well um, not yet, and it's 915 pm. Maybe after the laundry is done and I've ingested more food. I love doing laundry on Fridays here, I can do six loads without people bothering me, and it's wonderful.

Five of these loads, by the way, are pure white. White towels, white matelasse, white sheets, white chenille, white quilt, white white white white. I love white.

Sorry, I know that's terribly inane stuff and you don't come here for that. Or maybe you do, I don't know!

I didn't knit today yet for good reasons, though. Not because I was avoiding the orange strip. Not on purpose, anyway... My gramma came over today! She filled up my freezer with 38 billion things, and gave me a chocolate cake she'd baked for me! Mmmmmmmm chocolate cake. With vanilla frosting. Which I will have right after this post, now that I think about it.

We went to Sears and le mart du Wal. I know, I know, I know, on the latter. At Sears I was able to get a pair of mocha colored pants, a chocolate brown skirt, and a white blouse that fit and didn't make people go holy moly you've lost weight. Which did happen a lot when I wore it in DC. The shirt and pants are a size 6, which I know will scare the people who know me in meatspace. That's what happens when you're sick forever, not that I'm bitter. It's nice to have a miniscule wardrobe of professionalish nice things to wear for interviews and (potential) temp placements and whatnot. And I have 2 capri pants that fit. That's my entire bottoms wardrobe. Feel sorry for me.

But yes, yes yes yes, I am eating, mom. I am only 11 pounds underweight now, thanks to the ice cream diet. It was 20+ before. From experience, it will take me 6 months to gain the other 11. I can live with that. By the way, I have always sort of been sick of when people tell me I am so lucky because my problem has never been concerned with being overweight or with gaining weight, but with the opposite, where I lose weight rapidly and have a difficult time gaining it back, especially when sick. I've always had a crazy metabolism, and constantly need fuel. It's a different issue and is no more lucky or unlucky. It just is.

I've been here in this apartment for 24 days. I've read 185 pages in Cell by my favorite author I refuse to be ashamed of, Stephen King. I've frogged the bamboo scarf and restarted it. I've been on one course of antibiotics, one interview, several intakes, a squintillion million bus trips, and a thousand trips to the library for knittageporn and DVDs.

I wish I could post pictures for you today but it's way too dark, all day today it's been promising to rain. Which is wonderful, because it means it's cooler, but is bad photographically because Benkei the Sidekick is not up to overcastedness. But I'm so glad it's windy because the breezes into the apartment are so nice.

I love all the suggestions I've gotten for the bag! And I think I'll try to get the Nicky Epstein knitted flower book from the library for inspiration, and keep an eye out for catchenal pins. Both options are theoretically free, right? Hee.

In catchenal news, the Picasso is so happy today with the balls I got him, the kind where he can pick up one in his mouth and bring it over to me for me to throw for him. He loves chasing after and losing and finding and pouncing at these balls. He seems to have a preference for purple. (And llamas. But we knew that.)

Matisse, too, is very happy thanks to the amazing Maia who sent him a bright pink brush that is the first brush that's ever worked AND didn't make him cry a lot. Matisse has only one layer of fur, not counting the fur in his furbrain, and normal brushes you see have sharp tips and are painful for him, giving him scratches. He has wonderfully soft and nonmatted fur right now. Which is just plain amazing. Truly. I'm hoping Matisse will let me brush him daily, because that would help his severe matting issues greatly.

The boys went wild over the scratching post when I dosed it with catnip, particiularly Matisse, and I'll repeat the dosing to try and reinforce the use of it. Ooooooh. Baba has no claws, but she very much liked the catnip, thank you. Here she is on the sofa next to me, being her trademark grumpy self. Hi baba! She's all curled up onto herself, making sure her foot is on my arm, and is basking in the fannage.

By the way, dyepal, thank you for your note! I appreciate that a lot, and I'm not overtly worried... At least about you! I indeed still haven't received the box and the poor melted and solidfied and melted chocolate bar... Mmmmmmm chocolate. Speaking of chocolate.

I'm gonna get that cake and then some dinner after I post this.

It's a Friday night, and it's a good one.


Blogger limedragon :-: Harriet said...

Looks like a great day! : )

I'm so ashamed... I keep forgetting about the 24-mini-marathons on Fridays.

5:39 AM  
Anonymous Dave Daniels said...

For what it's worth, if I were straight, I'd marry you in a minute. Or two. Why? You openly admit to shopping for clothes are Sears. (As have I!) You like Mr. King. (Me, too.) But, all that white? What is life were it not for color? babycakes, we gotta get you some color. Me and whites? Not so much. I have a white stove and fridge. And tub. And a few stray pairs of under things. That's enough for me. I still love you, though, in all your whiteness. Hell, you bought brown pants at Sears!

5:22 PM  
Blogger Peevish said...

Mmmm.... Keifer Sutherland....

Glad the catchen liked the catnip on the scratching post idea - we must have photos of stoned kitties!

4:59 PM  
Anonymous timster said...

By coincidence I've been watching the first season of 24 and obviously finding it great. I do find it hilarious that someone like Kiefer Sutherland is considered cool now, but it's probably a good thing overall.

As for Cell, I must admit that while some of its images have stuck with me I didn't get much from it in an emotional sense. Then again, I really really hated "28 Days Later" and lots of people have told me it was Truly Great, so perhaps I'm just not cut out for the zombie stuff.

9:59 AM  
Blogger historicstitcher said...

Glad to see you getting back to yourself again. It's a dreadful cycle, isn't it, when you're underweight and don't gain fast? It's easier to get sick when you're light, and you lose weight again when you get ill.

I tried and finally gave up trying to explain the funky metabolism a long time ago.

BTW, the weight/illness problem ceased to exist after my son was born, just to warn you. Now I'm like everybody else!

9:13 PM  

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