I saw this little doohickiethingymabobthingy on a blog recently.
My blog is worth $11,290.80.
How much is your blog worth?
I'm wondering what the criteria is for the value. If it's based on not posting consistently then I think the number should be much higher. *L*
Yeah there's knitting happening over here. You just don't know about it. But trust me... there is socking happening. There's a bit of Scarfing too which when said that way sounds way more disgusting than it is. o.0
In other news I had a dream a few nights ago. It kinda stuck with me. In the dream I was in an all white room. I was putting on thick opaque black goggles so that I couldn't see anything, and I put huge headphones so that I could hear anyone. Then I put something that looked like it was out of a science fiction film over my mouth so that I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Finally I took a funky looking paintbrush out of a bucket and started to paint myself with invisible paint. When I did I became invisible. Not seen or heard nor hearing or seeing. It felt so right. So much better... and when I woke up I was disappointed. And for days now afterward all I can do is regret not having such a design.
Not sure what that means. Nothing as dreams never do, but it stuck with me and I felt like blogging about it.
Last week I baked an Apple Pie. I've been trying to use the least amount of sugar as possible. That may well work for a tart but for a pie you kinda need that sugar. So maybe next time. I the interest of having a photo for this blog post, as I love me a photo in each post here's that pie. At least the crust looks decent (for a store bought crust). :P
So that's some random stuff. Depending on how tomorrow goes maybe I'll post some actual knitting content.
But hey at least I'm not ranting about Politics or the Economy on the blog yet. Really biting my damn tongue on that shit. Feh.
I wonder if tomorrow will be "Tell everyone to eat shit and die Friday". Stay Tuned! o.0
I *love* "Tell everyone to eat shit and die Friday"! I vote for that!
Oh... and I love that idea of the invisible paint, and not seeing or hearing or having to talk to anyone. At least for a couple of days.
xoxo
Posted by: Stacey | September 25, 2008 at 10:29 PM
Mmmmmm pie.......
Posted by: Karen | September 26, 2008 at 06:05 AM
You hate people and want to be left alone. Welcome to my world.
Did your pie have any babies? Cause pie sounds good.
xo
Posted by: Cookie | September 26, 2008 at 01:31 PM
In the immortal words of the Who:
"Put in your earplugs/put on your eyeshades/ you know where to put the cork!"
If only you'd started playing pinball you could have been a cult leader!
I think that your subconcious wants to stay home and listen to Tommy!
Mmmmmm... Pie!!! If you still have a bazillion apples, I have an apple butter recipe (I dont think there's even any sugar in it... you just cook the hell out of the tastytasty apples...)
Posted by: Freddie | September 26, 2008 at 02:02 PM
I got home from the laundry and grocery before 9 yesterday morning (I know, boring). And from then until late this afternoon the only words I spoke were to the cats or dog and the only ones who spoke to me said meow or arf. It's been lovely. I can only be nice for so long.
Posted by: Susan | September 28, 2008 at 08:17 PM
Oh what a nifty dream. I get into moods where I feel I must isolate to regain my sanity. It sounds like those tools are just the ticket to gaining that goal!
Posted by: Opal | September 30, 2008 at 02:40 PM