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September 14, 2005
A little bit cunty (a little bit rock 'n' roll)
Yoni B. Goode. Oh yeah!
The Clorox bleach pen is my new best friend. This worked out so well that now I want to bleach every piece of clothing I own.
(Get a load of the cellulite on that arm. Rrrowr! You know it's sexy).
I finished the bus socks yesterday:
This represents about a week's worth of riding and waiting for the bus. But in that time I also knit the first sock down past the heel turn before realizing it was far too wide, so actually a week on the bus will net two and a half socks. Too bad after I finish the graduation pom squad socks I'm out of good sock yarn, because I still have two more weeks of riding this bus. I might have to break out the ugly-ass Kroy in desperation.
Last night was knit night at Anne Marie's, where I also finished the back of Peter's sweater. Sorry, no pictures (soon! I promise).
Okay now, on to other business:
Fiber has returned from whatever witness protection program she was in, and tagged me for a questionnaire. I usually don't like doing these, because come on! The questions are hard! But for Fiber I'll do it, as long as she promises to not go disappearing without a peep for another three months.
So here goes.
7 things I plan to do before I die
1. finish the damned attic OR sell the house, whichever is easier
2. see above, scratch "attic" and insert "garden"
3. finish school and become a real grown-up (I plan to do this before I'm 40)
4. travel across the continent and crash on the couches of every single blogger and internet friend foolish enough to offer (so watch what you say or I might show up on your doorstep!)
5. get matching tattoos with my brother Dave
6. burn down the malls
7. find more things to aspire to so questions like this aren't so hard
7 things I cannot do
1. whistle
2. dance (well, I can do the Korobushka, but that's not really one you can do at the clubs. . .)
3. sing in public. Now, I heard a rumour that some of my new knitting pals here in Athens love them some karaoke. I just want them to know right now that it ain't happening. I will be happy to attend karaoke and be the designated picture-taker and Guinness-drinker, but that is all. Unless they have Bat out of Hell, and you have bought me much, much Guinness first.
4. use American spellings. It's just lazy, people! It was really, really tough for me to type "Fiber" up there instead of "Fibre", and the only way I can do it is by telling myself it's a name, not a word.
5. do one of these questionnaires without bitching about the questions. Seven is a lot of things! Come to think of it, I can't fill out any kind of form without asking a bunch of dumb questions, or getting help.
6. what I'm told
7. get anything finished without a deadline
7 things that attract me to the opposite sex
1. smell
2. a finely boned wrist. You might be the hottest thing on the planet, but if your wrists are thick like trunks? Don't touch me. God I'm shallow, aren't I?
3. humour
4. a sort of refined sloppiness (not contrived though)
5. I'm attracted to people who think, and who care about ideas. There's nothing worse than being with an otherwise attractive person who has nothing interesting to talk about.
6. guys who think I'm totally sexy? That's a real turn-on for me, I must say (yep, shallow AND vain)
7. there's a certain jawline contour that makes my knees weak when I see it. Maybe it's because when I see other guys who have it, it reminds me of Peter, or maybe it's one of the things that attracted me to Peter in the first place. But it's definitely the reason I like him better without his beard.
7 things I say most often
1. Fuck
2. Jesus Murphy
3. get outta town
4. yay! (oh, that drives Pete nuts)
5. I'm sure
6. harder! harder! (just kidding, Mom)
7. wah-wah (like Pingu)
7 celebrity crushes
Okay, here's where I have to cop out. I just don't have celebrity crushes. I don't really give a rat's ass about celebrities, I mean, it's not like they're real people. But I guess I could think of some artists and writers I sort of have crushes on:
Alice Munro, who is Canada's greatest living writer and would be a strong contender for the Nobel Prize in Literature if only short stories got the same respect that novels do. She is a master of the beautiful turn of phrase that dazzles you and then kicks you in the stomach while you're distracted.
Di Brandt, a fine Canadian poet and fascinating flake. She taught my Canadian literature course in the last semester of my undergrad, and she's just totally fabulous and charming and weird. I hope she doesn't mind that I called her a flake.
Betty Goodwin. I want to be her.
And I guess that Krista will out me if I don't admit that I would like to shag Bob Geldof; also I want to prove to y'all that I don't just get crushes on older women. Or just on Canadians. He's got nice wrists, and the casual disregard for hygeine, coupled with the elegant clothes, mmm.
Also: if cartoon characters count, I totally have a crush on Bobby Hill. "Mine's all sloppy, and no Joe!"
Okay, so that's not seven. But it's the best I can do.
Posted by jodi at September 14, 2005 09:05 AM | categories: dumbass : projects : sticks and string
Comments
Those socks are awesome, Jodi. I always knit on the train--public transport knits rock! ;)
Posted by: Lolly at September 14, 2005 10:01 AM
the socks look great, nice fall colors. and bobby hill is cute, but i'm a boomhauer girl... or maybe john redcorn...
by the way... i love your knitting tattoo, i've been trying to do some research on tattoos and work up the courage to get one myself
Posted by: kim at September 14, 2005 01:43 PM
bleach pen. what a brilliant invention.
Posted by: anna at September 14, 2005 03:02 PM
I love Bobby. He's so NOT Texas.
Posted by: NWJR at September 14, 2005 03:45 PM
I love the shirt. I'm SO going to get myself a bleach pen: oh, the possibilities.
Posted by: sarah irene at September 14, 2005 04:09 PM
Loooove the socks! And I'm totally stealing the questionnaire for my blog! Those questions are challenging!
Posted by: Lisa at September 14, 2005 04:16 PM
Come on... Robert Smith? Kim Gordon? Tim Roth? How about a little Bill Bixby action? (you might like him when he's angry)
Posted by: peter at September 14, 2005 04:29 PM
CanI say, I love that shirt, almost as much as I love your post title? I adore you!!
Posted by: korin at September 14, 2005 06:32 PM
I can't whistle either -- I was starting to think I was the only one. Actually, I have a big gap in my front teeth, and I can sort of make a whistling noise through that (I sound like a kettle) but it's not really "whistling". I also can't do the American spellings -- even when it's the title of something, like an album, song or book...
Posted by: crumpet at September 14, 2005 06:48 PM
Oh, baybee! LOOOOVE the shirt. I showed it to Michael, and he said, "OMG! Cafe Press it! And all I'm asking for is 10% from your first million!"
Posted by: Merouda at September 14, 2005 09:20 PM
Oh, yeah, and maybe the bleach pen decor would be a way to save all the shirts my food has ruined. ::snort::
Posted by: Merouda at September 14, 2005 09:23 PM
Dang, those socks are awesome, and the bleaching? totally amazing, i think i will need to buy one. did you get it at a targety type store or a craft one?
Posted by: uglyagnes at September 14, 2005 10:19 PM
That bleach pen work is just awesome! The idea, the execution, all of it!
And your bus socks are so making me want to keep up with my take-the-bus-to-work resolution....
Posted by: Rebecca at September 14, 2005 10:45 PM
Two things: The shirt is fab, and you MUST stay with me when you get out here. Oh, and I wanna marry Alice Munro. Don't tell Lala.
Posted by: Rachael at September 15, 2005 04:00 AM
I absolutely adore your yoni b. good. Wait, that sounds wrong, somehow.
But that T and the bleach pen drawing...really wonderful.
Posted by: Juno at September 15, 2005 10:45 AM
love the shirt, I made one by accident with my bleach pen. the socks look great. hey if your in NYC feel free to crash, there arent any cats but theres a whole lot of yarn!
Posted by: Dana at September 15, 2005 11:29 AM
Love that T-shirt - clever, clever....and what great Fall colors on your socks! Oh, and also? Next time you're in the Boston area?
Cats: check/
Yarn: check/
Spare bed (IN the "yarn room"): check/
Resident blog-stalker: check......Just sayin.
Posted by: Kellee at September 15, 2005 07:14 PM
Dude, you're always welcome on my couch. Futon. Thing. Whatever, you're welcome.
Oh and much love to the tattoo and the socks
Posted by: Heather at September 16, 2005 12:57 AM
HA! I adore Bobby Hill! Not necessarily in a crush way, but he's definitely one of the best TV characters of the last decade.
Posted by: Jen at September 18, 2005 12:50 PM
Oh, and that t-shirt rules.
Posted by: Jen at September 18, 2005 12:51 PM
ok...I cant whistle, I had a cat named Angus that ran away, and I have a fetish for just the right wrist ;-) (add eyebrows and armpits to that, too) Oh, and I also have Dr's office socks, as I have way too many that I wait for.
I love reading your blog, and will have one of my own pretty soon (trying to save for a digital camera first!)...I've also been hesitating because I have all these different parts of my life that I cant imagine would blend together well enough for good reading (knitter, single mom, a tad bit pervy, and I'm bellydance teacher and I lost my leg a year ago in a car accidnent--and I'm still teaching pererforming!)....Your blog completely inspires me. Thank you :-)
Posted by: bonnie at September 18, 2005 03:42 PM
I am sitting here a bit disapproving (word??) of some of the content but I enjoy most of it!! And your welcome for the name. I like it. lov m
Posted by: mom at September 21, 2005 06:48 PM