KnittyOtter

The start of something beautiful...

And more than a little fun and satisfying. :D

I'm doing a Madli's Lace Shawl Knit Along with Cookie, Joan and Carrie.

I cast on way too early in the morning on a flight back east on March 1st. (midwest?, but way further east than I am, so it's back east to me. o.0)

Lemme tell ya, casting on to lace in flight is not as fun as you might think. Thankfully I didn't poke anyone's eye out. Though the Flight Attendant serving me the white wine may have thought I was a bit off my rocker. Granted the wine came on the second flight and I was well into the edge chart by then. :P (It was free, as that is the only reason to drink while flying...)

The yarn is Madeline Tosh Silk Lace Weight in the colorway Tourmaline from the Magnolia Society Club last year. Yummy Stuff!

I am loving this project!!

Oh and here's a photo I took when I was out with my brother Rendog on Saturday. I think we were at our third stop of the day... It was a delightful 73 so we were sitting outside enjoying the fair weather. Granted I only completed one pattern row and one purl row, but still without any mistakes. *L*

I've never given up on Resolution # 10, though I have been letting it slack for the most part. Unless I'm hanging out with Rendog that is. I'm going to see him again next week in Los Angeles so let's hope my liver is up to it. :P

I'm wondering which yarn shops to visit while I'm in LA... *giggles madly as my pocket book tries to hide from me*

George Wants To Hug Walter Greatshell!

Congratulations on your FOUR book deal with Berkley!!

Early today while I reviewing blogs and whatnot George let out a giddy girlie scream of delight. Now I'm used to him making comments over my shoulder as I go about my various activities online through out the day, but this was something different. Plus he normally only has snarky things to say about badly knit items, people who can't use Google to save their lives or the hordes of stupid humans who irritate the crap monkeys out of him. It's hard being a forward thinking Zombie in these crazy times. heh.

Yet when his shriek of delight nearly burst my eardrums I too had to take a closer look to see what had ignited him so.

First I noticed in Walter's post of yesterday that he had acquired out of the blue a FOUR book deal with Berkley. *Happy Otter Dance*

Finally! The honey and I have been waiting eons and eons for more of his books to get published. Well at least since 2005, which in Ottertime is wayyyyyyy too long to wait.

You'll notice in the photo that George is hugging two copies of Xombies. Yeah... so the honey found the book at the bookstore and thought it looked good. He'd never heard of Walter Greatshell before but given our love of Zombies decided to give it a try. When he started reading the book he was overcome with excitement and had to tell me all about it. He left out the bits that would have spoiled the twists and turns for me but gave me just enough that I was left impatiently waiting my turn to read it.

Once The Honey had finished reading the book he looked up the Author to see what else he had written. Sadly there wasn't anything else published at that time AND you couldn't get another copy of it anywhere. o.0 Frightening indeed!

This made The Honey extra protective of the one copy of Xombies we had in our possession.

There were RULES to reading the book. We could't take it with us during travels, especially any kind of air travel. (Just the thought of loosing this in some crappy airport or a hotel makes my skin crawl!) We could not read it while soaking in the bathtub. (granted this rule was aimed at me, even though I've never dropped a book in the bathtub ever. *sigh*) We also couldn't read it outside on very windy days. (It's Reno, the wind can rip the pages or even whole books from your hands without any notice.)

One day I was doing a random search through Amazon to see if anything new had been published by Walter Greatshell when they had some "alternative seller" copies of Xombies for sale. I snatched up one pristine copy along with the book The Undead: Flesh Feast (Zombie Anthology) featuring a forward by Walter Greatshell. I wrapped them both up and gave them to my honey. It was one of the best Birthday gifts I have ever given him. :D

Naturally he loved it, but questioned if perhaps we shouldn't just go ahead and get another copy, ya know just in case something happened to the two we now have. *L*

With two copies I still haven't risked breaking any of the rules. It is THE BEST Zombie / Apocalypse book EVER!

It's not just the compelling storyline that makes this book so memorable, but the actual writing skill. I know, a rarity these days for certain. But damn-it these books are wonderfully written with stylish turns of phrase that make you stop and think... and if you're a dork like me, think what a great quote that would make. *L*

The second best Zombie / Apocalypse book ever would be Stephen King's Cell. Great book, but still second best.

So you can see how excited George was at seeing his favorite Zombie Author finally getting the publishing love he deserves. :D

But that wasn't all!

At the end of Walter's post he mentions how he would like to Hug My George! *L* Priceless!

George being all dramatic, as anyone named after the Great Zombie Film Legend George A. Romero can expected to be, then insisted we take a special photo to post on the blog today.

Xombie George!

Now of course we have before us the long task of waiting for the books to come out. o.0

Chances are I'll knit a lot of socks before then. Maybe even some lace. *L*

Hell if I'm real lucky I'll finish the five pairs I have going right now. :P

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

Dreaming of Autumn Scarf: Final FO of 2008

Goodness I just looked through my 2008 Completed Projects Thingy and I really didn't finish much last year. I did start an awful lot of new things. Many have been frogged, live and learn and more are just waiting to be finished. A few things were completed but never made it to the blog due to lack of photo taking. Opps.

Here is the scarf I finished last November as modeled by the ever lovely George.

Pattern  : Drop Stitch Scarf by Christine Vogel

Made for : ME!

Size : 8 feet long & 4 inches wide (Crazy Ass Long!)

Needle s: US 7 / 4.5 mm

Yarn : Manos del Uruguay Manos Silk Blend - 2 skeins

Colorway  3109

Purchased at: Jimmy Beans Wool in Reno, Nevada

Notes: Cast On 8/3/08 @ 9:00 pm

The color reminded me of late summer/early autumn when the mums are all out and it’s time to go play in a maize maze and pick your pumpkins. :D

The yarn tends to fuzz up FAST and lose its wonderful shine and luster, still pretty but a bit of a shame. :/

If I made this pattern again I would make it wider and shorter.

Here's a better view of the gorgeous colors.

Now for a bit of random... I love William Shatner.

I was just listening to a William Shatner & Ben Folds song a bit ago. The song is called "In Love".

In general it's a damn funny song, but this bit caught me just right.

"I don't feel enough of anything
to harbor the kind of disdain
that you'll maintain

you painted me into what you
wanted to see,
and that's fine,

but you will never know me"

The bit about the being sworn to secrecy by the international brotherhood of lying fickle males tickles me pink also. *L*

If you haven't heard it yet give it a listen here. ;)

P.S. Every time I come to TypePad everything is freaking different. o.0

Yes…no…I… this is

I'm just a girl who can't say no... *L*

I saw this on Carole's blog a while back.

YES/NO GAME RULES ARE AS FOLLOWS:

You can only say yes or no. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone comments and asks what the dealio is.

Over 18? Yes
Danced in front of your mirror naked? Yes
Ever told a lie? Yes
Been arrested? No
Kissed a picture? Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes
Held an actual snake? Yes
Have YOU Ever run a red light? Yes
Ever drink and drive? Yes
Been suspended from school? Yes
Ever been fired from a job? No
Totaled a car/motorbike in an accident? Yes
Sang karaoke? Yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes
Ever laughed until you wet yourself? No
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes
Kissed in the rain? Yes
Sang in the shower? Yes
Sat on a rooftop? Yes
Thought about your past with regret? Yes
Been pushed in the pool with your clothes on? No
Shaved your head? No
Blacked out from drinking? Yes
Had a gym membership? Yes
Been in a band? No
Shot a gun? Yes
Liked someone with nobody else knowing about it? Yes
Played strip poker? Yes
Been to a strip joint? Yes
Donated Blood? Yes
Liked someone you shouldn’t? Yes
Have a tattoo? No
Have or had any piercings besides ears? No
Made out with a complete stranger? Yes (but we've been together 10.5 years now so it's okay!)
Caught someone cheating on you? No
Skinny dipped? No
Regret any of your ex’s? Yesssssssssss
Been to a rodeo? No
Been to a NASCAR race? No
Been in Love? Yes

Yes I broke the rules on that one, but as it was the only time it happened and the love at first sight stuff I figured I should speak up. :P

Oh and the title of this post is a quote from ButtMonkeyW. Go figure. It's also a line from a catchy song I enjoy. :P

My Halloween Personality Hates Your Halloween Personality

What Your Halloween Habits Say About You

You're a friendly person, but not the life of the party. You like making someone else's day - and you'll dress up if you think of a really fun costume. Sneaky and devious, people should really watch out for you. You are usually underestimated and forgotten. Your inner child is open minded, playful, and adventurous. You truly fear the dark side of humanity. You are a true misanthrope. You're logical, rational, and not easily effected. Not a lot scares you... especially when it comes to the paranormal. You are a traditionalist with most aspects of your life. You like your Halloween costume to be basic, well made, and conventional enough to wear another year.

What's Your Halloween Personality?

Some of that is freakishly spot on... some not so much. Considering I hate people, why would I want to make anyones day. :P

In other news the honey has headed my plea to go humane on the mystery kitty poo offender. He placed some TKK poo in the backyard and that has scared the mystery poo-er away!! :D YAY!!! (That or the coyotes got it. o.0 You can never be too sure out here.)

He tried to get TKK to go out there but she was having none of that so we had to retrieve from the box, but it still worked. I'm muchly relieved. 

Tomorrow is Halloween. Maybe I'll have time to take some pics of my Socktoberfest Socks even though they aren't completed. It's been a busy month. o.0

The Mystery Poo: I hate my neighbors (on that one side)

Recently here at the Otter Homestead we've had a problem with some pests from the house of the former slutty next door neighbors. Cookie has heard me complain about various people who live in this house for years now. I'm starting to think the house itself is cursed. o.0

The first group of assholes who lived in it had a propensity for drinking heavily and leaving HUGE fires unattended in their backyard. They also had visitors who drank and drove and parked badly in front of our house. Fuckers. Now this group of assholes was some Rich Ass Daddy's Boy who's poppa purchased him TWO homes, one to live in and one to rent out to get an income from. But seeing as ill prepared for life party skank boy didn't know how to take care of his shit Mommy came by and made him move. She hired some people to clean up his crap and deal with ALL the weeds and pests that lived a carefree life in the nasty ass backyard. When the undocumented workers she hired to clean up the backyard threw their trash over the fence into our backyard rather than disposing of it properly she came by an apologized. (after we complained)

Then they rented out the house to some friends of good for nothing poor little rich boy. Oy. This idiot was a skanky piece of shit who had her mother taking care of her illegitimate child while she spent her time coming and going all hours of the day and night with various men. Not sure if she was selling or giving it away. Either way great example for your kid. It'd be one thing if it was when the kid was at school or something or even if it was the same guy every month or so. But no, we're talking a few different ones each week. Drunk, parking badly and spending the night. She also played loud music outside while doing Faux Yoga in her underpants.It kinda sucked when I was outside in the backyard tending to my now frost bitten tomatoes and skank face would glare at me for being outside. Um it's outside if you want privacy that's what the inside is for and if I happen to laugh when you fart doing downward dog that is NOT my fault. *gag* Note to self: 6 foot high fences are not tall enough. Now that wouldn't bother me so much, if she wants to live her life as a petri dish that is fine with me, but the bitch didn't do her yard work. The grandma mowed a tiny bit for the child to play in and the front yard, but around the outer edges of the backyard the shit got out of control. And since that effects me I give a damn.

A month ago or so she finally moved. I think she was asked to leave because she was all fucking weird when she left. GoodBye you disease carrying wombat. No offense to wombats.

Now before she left we thought it was strange as hell that birds of prey would sit on the fence looking into the yard. You'd see them swoop down and grab some small rodent and fly off with a plump lunch. It would have been kinda cool to watch, except for the fact that surely all those rodents can't be a good thing so close to my house. Now remember the rodents later, it will be important to the mystery poo part of our story. o.0

Then we started seeing strange cats running through the overgrown mess and jumping over the fence. JUMPING OVER A SIX FOOT TALL FENCE!?! o.0 Fucking Huge Bionic Cats. A few have collars on and some are obviously strays. It's  sad and if I didn't have my little TKK to consider I wouldn't begrudge them a thing being here. But who knows if they have parasites, fleas or disease. I can't have that possibly contaminate affecting my fuzz butt. Plus considering how freaking huge they are they could hurt her in a fight. She is very protective of HER backyard and yells at birds who land here.

Now by this point it's alarming enough as far as I'm concerned, the honey was highly curious.  He got a ladder and  looked over the fence.

Then he made me look. Have you ever seen that movie Kingdom of the Spiders? It was like that. Freaky ass spider webs covering all the weeds & trees. o.0

I hate spiders. I do not care for them sam I am. I do not like them on a train, I do not like them on a plane. I do not like them alive, I do not like them dead...

Hate.

The honey had enough and called a few agencies regarding the fire & pest hazards these were causing. (All those dried out weeks were like kindling waiting to go up.) The fire department came by had a looksie and contacted the owners with an order to clean the shit up. The guy about jumped a foot when he saw the dead rodent carcases and spiders. If the kid had still been there I'd have called child protection. o.0

Within a week new people were living there. No real big complaints yet, though the Male of the household listens to bad talk radio loudly during the day. Not a problem now that it's cooled off enough for the windows to be closed. Still hard to respect a person when they listen to crazy shit from the wrong side of the political tracks. That side being the ones who want to fuck all Americans in favor of big business. I can't get behind that!

Seems like a Father with a grown daughter living with him. He's been spending his days cleaning up the mess and fixing stuff up. This has stirred up alllllllllllll those spiders.

I hate spiders.

A few weeks ago I had some girlies over after a day of yarn browsing and lunch out. No yarn purchased on my part! I made a dinner of enchaladas and we knit, watched a movie and by the end of the night it was just Monkey Socks and I watching a few episodes of that show Life. Love that show now. I watched the whole first season thanks to her. She left around 5:30 am and all was well. Later that morning around 11:30am I went out into the living room and immidiatly spotted hanging off the spider candelabra a freaking BLACK WIDOW SPIDER. I did what any sane person would do, I called my honey into the room to kill it while I hid behind a door with a baseball bat. :P

Last year there was one by the front door, from the same spider infested yard. Hate those people. I hope she gets a rash, or more likely the one she has never goes away. (Why yes I can be very mean when prompted.)

It was scary to think one of those bastards was just feet from where we were all hanging out knitting n' stuff. *icky shivers*

Right around that time the honey found a mystery poo out in our yard. We carefully removed it so TKK wouldn't be exposed to anything that might make her sick. TKK is a box only kitty and would be offended at the idea of doing her box business outside on the grass. Plus since all the weird stuff, the huge birds of prey and huge weird cats she has only been allowed outside if the honey and I are with her.  Now after the mystery poo she can't go out until we do a yard check to make sure there's nothing we don't want her exposed to. She is PISSED. Plus when she smells the weird cat out there she gets upset.

Yesterday morning I was outside looking at the tomatoes, green peppers and basil that were killed by the frost and snow last week and saw another mystery poo. o.0 After the honey got it cleared away he found another one in another part of the yard. TKK was sad.

OH! I forgot to mention that the mystery cat KILLED her catnip. :( She is so mad about that. She wouldn't go near that area for a few days. Thankfully we harvested and dried a bunch of it for her before that, but it's not the same. 

So obviously you see that mystery poo cat is pretty much dead if the honey gets a hold of it. It's one thing to poo in our yard, but it's messing with TKK's overall happiness and possibly causing a health threat since we don't know if it has something. The honey has said if it comes to that he won't tell me about it. We've had many long talks about this. I would prefer no one die, but he's beyond pissed at this point.

So this morning we were in the kitchen making breakfast and he suddenly throws his shoes on and grabs a baseball bat and goes outside. o.0 The cat was out there. I didn't see it.

The cat got away. There was a mystery poo to clean up.

I hope that scared it away so that it never comes back.

On one hand I don't want some poor innocent animal to bite the dust... but this is TKK's yard and she should be able to go out into whenever she wants without us being worried that some big cat will attack her or give her some disease or parasite. Our vet told us not to let her outside until the situation was resolved, so resolved it will have to be.

When the honey was outside looking over the yard he killed two more black widows. We've sprayed animal friendly spider killer so that TKK doesn't get hurt being near it, but if she can't go outside anyway I'm thinking it's time for the heavy duty shit.

So that's what's been going on over here. o.0

(and when the hell did typepad change the layout stuffs?)

I wish the humans were dead so we didn't have to deal with this stuff. Or at least those people. Nah, make it all. ;)

Random Ass Thursday: Now with more Random!

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

Wednesday WTF: Rachel Ray

What the hell is wrong with Rachel Ray?

Seriously?! o.0

A bit ago I saw this post where a blogger has asked people to name their least favorite culinary words. Quite a few of the words people have shared are words dubbed by that nutty ass banshee Rachel Ray. I have to agree with the sentiment.

She freaking creeps me out!

She has creeped me out for years. Rendogg and I have joked for years about how scary she is. Her face was on a box of crackers we were enjoying with wine one night. That of course lead to an endless game of "You Secretly Love Rachel Ray", because I'm all of twelve deep down.

He is so gonna marry her someday and make creepy babies who don't speak English but speak in Rachel Ray talk.

:P

(Just kidding Rendogg I know you'd slit your own throat before enduring that hardship.)

Part of the problem is that she seems to be everywhere. It's really disturbing. You can't go into any store that sells books, food or food preparation items without getting smacked upside the head with her fake ass smile.

I just want to smack her and tell her to knock it off. You don't have to be a robot and not everyone has to love you.

You would think by now that she would come to terms with that last bit. Feh.

And now a list of terms I hate to hear thanks to Rachel Ray.

EVOO - Just call it fucking Olive Oil you ridiculous twit!

Yum-O - Stop fucking up decent slang by talking that way on television.

Anytime she has ever referred to using turkey instead of some other meat as figure friendly and then proclaim you can eat twice as much with that trade. o.0

Same goes when she calls certain foods man friendly or women friendly. - I never knew having a penis or a vagina made certain foods taste better to the sexes. Freaking Nut.

Stoup - It's supposed to mean Stew/Soup, but to me it sounds like Stool Sample/Poop - dear god if anyone ever tries to serve me stoup I'm punching them and running away. And vomiting. *gag*

Sammies - This has irritated me for a lot longer than I knew about the horror that is Rachel Ray. Though she has added a layer of disgust to it that makes it even more unpalatable. (Though the slang of Sandy to mean sandwich is fine. Mainly because I tend to mistype sandwich. Cause my brain doesn't work all the time.... o.0)

I'm also not all that sure she is human. (not that humans are all that great) I think she might be some weird ass alien reptile who killed some poor person and is living inside the corpse. Not a commentary on her appearance, but on her eyes and mannerism. That ain't natural. o.0

The word Foodie also creeps me out, but that's not just a Rachel Ray complaint.

So that is something that makes me say What The Fuck this Wednesday without being personally offensive to anyone.

Though trust me there is a lot more WTF to go around than what I've shared here.

In other news I had a sock in my purse and somehow one of the needles got pulled and now I have a major dropped stitch situation going on over here. o.0 WTF?!

I have a lot of wine here so it's going to be okay.

Just keep drinking, Just keep drinking, Just keep drinking... / Nemo

More on real stuff soon. ;)

The tale of the MIA Otter & Prize Winners we got 'em!

*peeks in* I'm not dead, I just suck.

I realize I suck. I won't say worse than what though cause it might get weird. weirder.

So once upon a time I thought it would be a good idea to destash some of my yarn through a contest. And it was for a few minutes. Then some stuff happened and stupid people and the yatta yatta. Next thing you know I'm not around. Then a few weeks ago. (frack was it really THAT long ago. I really do suck. o.0) I emailed the winner and told her she had won. It was Nora. Then did she hear back from me? No. Did I tell the second prize person that she had won? No. That was Susan. 

I suck suck suck. Suck.

But at least I give good prizes so I hope that helps make up for some of my suckatude. (has the word suck ever been used so many times in a post? o.0) I added some stuffs to the prizes to make it a little sweeter. Again sorry for the delay and sucking.

First Prize went to Nora at Knot Much of a Knitter: It's some books and yarn n' stuffs! (I could not get a good photo of this stuff?!)

Second Prize went to Susan the Red Dirt Knitter. It's a book and some yarn n' stuffs!

I hope you both like what you have won from my destash contest thingymabob.

Thanks to everyone who played along nicely. I appreciate you decent folk. Especially considering how many stupid people are out there. o.0

During my absence a LOT of stuff happened. There was some work and family drama. Shear plain good old' fashioned avoidance, a bit of depression, the crying for no reason, well just the build up of shit I was dealing with... throw on top of that some lovely self doubt and low self esteem and you have an Otter who was MIA. Not dealing with stuff except that which kept me distracted from the stuff I didn't want to deal with. Throw in there a few nasty emails from people I don't know telling me to finish the contest and you have me avoiding my blog on top of all kinds of other stuffs. Since that shit happened my email addy is no longer listed on my blog, btw. :/ I don't get that. Do people seriously think I'm going to mail them a shiny prize if they act like an ass to me? I do not get it.

Thanks to those of you who emailed nicely. That is way different.

I did some fun stuff while I was MIA. I went and saw My Cookie again with some friends. We did a road trip to many yarns shops that day. I got some yarn. But just a little. Well not as bad as it could have been. I think there was also a knitting cruise on Tahoe somewhere in there as well... but that seems a lifetime ago.

The other stuff I was doing wasn't so much fun, though it was a very good use of my time. I am destashing my life. Yarn, books, STUFF.  Anything that I don't need, want or is bringing me down has got to go.

Excluding sock yarn and lace weight yarn I have set more than half of my yarn aside. I've also examined WHY I bought the yarn. That shit is stopping now. (I won't go into all that here...)

I just need to sell the yarn now that I've sorted it.

But first I need to finish helping a friend of mine with her destash sale. She has all kinds of kick ass sock yarn and other stuff she is getting rid of. Once we are done processing photos and uploading it all I'll post about it here. Basically if you have a thing for nice yarn and want a deal you might be interested.

On top of the yarn destash I did a book destash. I got rid of 9 paper grocery bags full to the top of books I've read and have decided not to read again.

There was also 7 bags full of past xmas presents from family that do not know me as well as just stuff that I don't use. Such as the Tweety  Bird waffle maker, the coffee pot that I have never been able to make a good cup of Joe with and a multitude of other items that have no place in my home.

I feel much better about all that, but it has only spurred me on to want to clear out more stuff that is suffocating me. Now my house isn't full to brimming with stuff. But what I have is too much for me. As I get older I just want less and less. I can't deal with the expectations of all this stuff.  All I need are my honey and kitty here with the few things I love and can use.

There is a Darth Tater here on top of the CD player. His days are numbered. Unless he gets a job and starts paying rent or starts doing something useful his ass can't stay here. All he does is collect dust which then I have to deal with. Sorry Darth get the fuck outta my house. o.0

So that's partly what I've been up to.

But then again I've always sorta gone through various obsessions and distractions to the next. Whack? Outta that shit. Balance? Never heard of it.

In knitting news I did sign up for that Olympic thing. Didn't finish though I'm almost done with a scarf for my brother out of it.  Meh.  I have enough pressure on me without knitting deadlines. Seriously.

So that's what the what over here.

How YOU doin? /Joey

Feast or Famine... I wonder if I will now post everyday for a week and then leave for a month or what... I guess we'll see what happens. I'd like to get back into the habit of posting a few times a week. I just hate to always post about how I'm busy or hate people. Though they are both true. *L*

FO: Double Knit Duckie Hat of Doom- good day/bad day

I have finally decided to call the Double Knit Duckie Hat finished. So this afternoon I gave it a bath, set it outside so it could try in a few minutes. Seriously. o.0

Then I took a few pics of it. The neighbors on either side of me came out halfway through the photoshoot. George was being a total diva and did not care for the stares and unwanted attention. He is not an attention whore unlike some I know. Feh. But that's a post for another day. Just a reminder though HATE PEOPLE.

That reminds me, I'll post the winners to the contest soonishly. (plus the rest of the prizes in that same post.) TKK still needs to pick the winners out of a bowl. That's how she said she wanted to do it since she is the impartial judge here. Said the random number thingy bored her. She also said if you emailed me anything nasty regarding the contest or any of the idiotic crap that came about from it that you hadn't a snowballs chance in hell of being selected. I thought I held a grudge, this cat is on fire. *L*

So anyway the Duckie Hat. I think I started this thing in December of 2006. o.0 That is a freak of a long time. My oldest UFO. Granted it didn't take that long to knit it. I had other stuff to do and then I wasn't sure... now I jiust plain love it.

Here's the side of the Duckie Hat I'll be wearing if I'm in a good mood and the alert level for me killing you is low to medium. Low to medium is pretty much normal. :P

You can tell it's the good day side by the bright happy yellow duckie.

This is the Bad Day side of the hat where the chance of me killing you is medium to high. Generally reserved for extreme stupid asshats who make a pile of shit look worthy of an award for intelligence and integrity.

You can tell it's the moody side because of the dark sullen grey duckie. This duckie wants to rip your throat out if you act like a dumbass around it.

So far this has been tested once. A stupid person who is worth so little regard or remembrance that I do not recall her name once commented on the duckie hat and said that I should not ever wear that shade of grey as it was not flattering. No I did not know this person well, nor did I give two shakes of a monkeys ass about her opinion. Needless to say she has not been seen since. *evil Grin* The Grey Bad Mood Duckie does not tolerate stupidty.

The funny thing is that given the two colors I think it's the yellow I can't pull off as well. *L* Thankfully that is the good natured duckie and won't come after me for saying such a thing.

Perhaps creating a Good/Evil Duckie Hat that wants to destroy mankind wasn't the best thing for the continuation of the world. Oh well, Good or Evil, time will tell who wins this battle. :P

Here's the top of the Duckie Hat. I did a simple round decrease.

This is the chart I made for the Duckie Hat.

It's based on the Sports Racer Duckie from The Show, with Ze Frank. The show is over and the ORG closed up. *sigh* I only keep in touch with a few of the other Sports Racer. I think I miss Ride the Fire Eagle Danger Day most of all though.

When the show was a few months out from coming to it's one year experiment end I decided I needed to make myself a Sports Racer Hat. It sorta evolved from there. *L*

Started: December 27, 2006
Finished: July 29, 2008
Pattern: My Own - An Original Otter Design :D
Yarn: Nature Spun by Brown Sheep Company, Inc.  Impasse Yellow & Charcoal. Worsted Weight - half a skein each
Yarn Source: Deluxe Yarns, Etc.
Needles: I do not recall
For: ME!!!!!!!!
Notes: I kinda wish I'd taken better notes. It's on a piece of paper somewhere around here...

I actually finished knitting on it sometime last year. Then several months later I weaved in my ends. Then it sat in my UFO Bag while I decided if I wanted to add beady little evil eyes. But I think it's evil enough as it is. Plus I was considering Duplicate stitching over a slightly wonky area on the duck bill... er duck beak? You get the point. I decided it was prefect as it was in it's slightly wonky way. :D I has the love for my Duckie Hat.

It is truly the most comfortable hat EVER.

The honey wants me to make him one with some kind of Dinosaur who's name I do not recall at the moment. That should be fun. :D

Hey Cookie, what kind of Double Knit Hat do you want? *dances* Hello Kitty unless you say otherwise. :P

Ooo I'll have a thinky. I has some ideas.... I'll get back to you....

Anyway so that's my Double Knit Duckie Hat of Doom. Your Doom if you know what's best for you. :P

P.S. Evil Stacey has permission to kick the ass of anyone or anything that irritates me. *L*

And extra Hugs to Cookie. *HUGS HUGS HUGS*