Last winter my sis knit me a fantastic winter hat with ear flaps and strings with pom-poms at the end, to keep my ears warm in the DC cold. I had to dig it out of winter storage this morning to combat the low temperatures.
I feel I should mention that it's a Kitty Hat. She knit little kitty ears onto it; I adore this hat. But it occurred to me while walking home from work this morning (I'm feeling under the weather) that, in silhouette, this hat makes me look a bit like Batgirl, and I'm fighting the evil villain Windchill. Not to mention my scarf looks a bit like a cape in this shadow-puppet-theater photo.
The Queen of Clubs and his roommates are having a Lumberjacks and James Bond party tonight. To answer your inevitable question (which I imagine goes something like this: "Um... WHAT?"), they couldn't decide between the two themes and decided to merge them. I was going to go as a tree, and bobby-pin fall leaves in my hair, but yesterday it rained and made all the leaves near my house super soggy. So, lumberjack it is! But what oh what could set me apart?
How about a freaking sweet homemade axe? I made this beauty with a wooden spatula, tin foil, and a Sam Adams... well, the latter wasn't directly involved in the craft project itself, but it may or may not have fueled the idea behind it. And it may or may not have caused me to giggle throughout its creation.
To hell with modesty: sometimes I really crack myself up.
For someone who loves TV as much as I do, or at least as much as I used to, cable in my solo apartment has been a long time coming. I'm not exactly sure what "basic cable" means, so I don't know if I should expect five channels, or a hundred channels, but either way -- it was time. Time to surrender the Arrested Development episodes I've seen a thousand times.
I'm a little sad that fall is almost on its way out. I feel cheated; this year we were denied a spring, and our autumn was peppered both with January cold and unseasonable warmth. What happened to my favorite season? I merely tolerate DC's other seasons, with their oppressive humidity and bitter windchill. Here's hoping the fall we have left holds out until Thanksgiving.
I'm not going to write about what a victory our country experienced last night circa 11:15PM EST. Nor will I yap on about how President Obama (ooh, sounds good, no?) has given our great nation a newfound glimmer of whatever and blah blah blah. You already know.
I can't sleep. Some A-holes are setting off firecrackers behind my apartment building.
You know, I started this blog back in February because I was bored and needed some kind of outlet. That's no longer true. And while I love a lot of my earlier posts, it is clear to me that the last few months' worth have been extremely forced. I wrote them not because I wanted to say something, or because I had a great story, but because I felt like I should post something.
I'vegrown weary of that feeling. In the spirit of change, I'm going to try something new; something with less commitment for this bored sometime-blogger. Tonight my boyfriend gave me a 2GB memory card for my camera, as I've been pitifully using the tiny 32MB one it came with.
So I'm going to use it. Because tomorrow, November 5th, is a new day.