Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Crochet: The Devil

Fuck hats. That's all I gotta say...

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

WHY IS MY HEAD SO BIG?! WHYYY?

Today I tried a meatloaf recipe I found online. I am a fan of homemade meatloaf...
This was a little sweeter than I anticipated, but it was good. (In my opinion, anyway...)
Of course, I'm a fan of For the Love of Cooking's blog. Full of delicious recipes, some actually pretty easy and not just for a gourmet cook! And then there's always My Baking Addiction for dessert.

For a swap I'm attempting to make a hat. Now, every time I make a hat, even if I follow the pattern, I feel like the gauge from it is too big... I'm using the Manly Hat pattern found at Gateaux et Bisous.

I always crochet hats and think "WHY IS MY HEAD SO BIG?!" (in GIR fashion), put the hat on, and it droops off. -_- Really, hands, really? So this time I whipped out the measuring tape and measured the width as I went around. I cut off at Round 9, so I have 70 around instead of 80... We'll see if/how it turns out...

Friday, September 23, 2011

Bags of Winning!

I modified this pattern to make both of these dice bags.

Just minor modifications, but a mod none the less. I just a G hook for both bags, but the weight of the yarn on the right is significantly thicker (and softer and nicer looking and I love it...).

The bag on the left was previously mentioned in a post, but I really like the one on the right... (Of course, the one on the right is mine. ;) )

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

How to Find Me

I'm always curious as to how people stumble upon this blog, outside of people who stalk me on Facebook. Or Twitter. Or Livejournal. Or whenever I happened to have forgotten I signed up...

The Referring Sites section always makes me giggle. I mean, it's usually Google or Ask...
But sometimes it's something like "gothise", which to me looks something like a ridiculous gothy wanna-be Facebook. And apparently I'm linked or someone's pretending to be me and parade my blog around. Which is fine, but it raises questions... Like who thinks it's a good idea to pretend to be me? I don't even like being me sometimes. And neither should you.
Or somewhere like "Rising Taste". Yeah, a fashion site. What? How am I linked to this? I am currently sitting in a hand-me-down "Evil Dead" t-shirt and jeans I have had for four years, to the point the crotch is almost non-existent...
Occasionally a swap partner from "Craftster" gets ballsy or curious or looking for ideas... But only occasionally.

 And then there's the keyword search. Always awesome. "Arkham Horror" alone brought in 44 people. I love Arkham Horror, cthulhu, H. P. Lovecraft... So this makes me smile. But how many times (with different phrasing) you can find my shitty Misty costume? Not so cool.
Also being known for "baby coffins" is not something I'd brag about. But that is an awesome magazine layout.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Joshua is Part Cat

So yesterday I was going to write a blog post about my boyfriend falling down the stairs to his apartment and landing on his feet like a cat. But then I was like "Maybe I blog too much. I've written 230 posts in 13 months... It's probably a lot. It FEELS like a lot. It feels like I do nothing but blog.

So I brought this fact up to my boyfriend...
And all he says is "The fact that you know what qualifies as "a lot of blog posts" makes me judge you a little... But that's not really a lot of posts... A post a day. Every other day, maybe..."
I was like "But there are times that I post 3 or 5 times a day..."

So anyway.

Yes, my boyfriend fell down the stairs.
Oddly, he managed to fall, turn, and still stay on his feet.
He was able to land on his feet and run face first into the door below.
Face planting into the door below while laughing.
All I hear is "THUD-THUD-THUD!" and manage to watch him fall into the door.

At this point I realize my boyfriend is part cat.
Seriously.
Probably like a half cat, half man...

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

D20 Necklace

From this to this!

Because I'm cheap and lazy and enjoy making things...
And it's $20 on ThinkGeek... Or somewhere between $10 and $20 on Etsy...

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Emergency Craft Tote

This is my emergency craft stash.

I grabbed this from my apartment, thinking it would have everything I need.
Essentially, it does. Embroidery thread, OMG amounts of sewing needles, pinning needles, Aida fabric, felt, embroidery hoops of all sizes...

But now I'm looking...
There's a hot glue gun and glue. A ruler. Stabilizing fabric for fabric I may not actually get to bring here. Like, that mass of white stuff on the right hand side? Is nothing but stabilizing fabric. WTH am I going to do with it now?

My Boyfriend > Yours

My boyfriend rocks. In the "OMG, where do I begin?" sort of way...

He messaged me on OKCupid because I listed my genetic disposition to love zombies. (That makes him awesome.) And the fact that I can play Magic the Gathering. (Which is what makes me awesome.)

His love of cats rocks. Because my cats do indeed fucking rock.

We both don't mind looking terrible at 5:30am after sex if it means going and getting donuts and milk immediately afterwards, before he goes to work.

He talks in his sleep. Occasionally, when I wake up to it, I get a huge joy out of it. Because it's usually hilarious.

He lets me make grocery demands. And he pays for them without complaint. (It may be the fact that we're both fat kids, and if he buys groceries, he knows the likeliness of him consuming said groceries go up...)
Even if all I make for lunch is fried hot dogs and brownies, he appreciates it anyway. We may have sloppy joe twice in a week, but he tells me it's delicious.
Or I manage to pick up 1 package of hamburger meat with a billion holes and it goes bad and I decide we need to go out for food because otherwise I will spontaneously combust if I experience any more failure in this 24 hour period.

Occasionally, I feel like this parasitic burden placed on him as some sort of punishment. I cannot fathom what he could have done to have me forced upon him... But it had to have been terrible.
When I feel like this, I usually wait all day to cry until he's ready for sleep. Or asleep. Or taken a sleeping pill to sleep.
I will tell him all day that I'm fine, zone out at the TV, clean like tomorrow's never coming again, or I'll compulsively touch things (rub my hands together, rub my thumb on my shirt or pant's cuffs, run my fingers across my arms...). These things probably make him nervous, as he is aware something is wrong, I just haven't exploded yet. When the day is over, we are crawling into bed, about 15 minutes into it, I will start crying. I can try and be quiet so he won't wake up and he'll feel bad in the morning... Or I can be quiet and he'll still freaking realize it, wake up, and tell me he loves me. And we'll talk and he'll tell me that I am none of the things I'm convinced I am, that he loves me. He will (attempt) to kiss me, even though my face is wet and I'm oozing liquids from my eyeballs.

The words "post-coitious ice cream ritual" sound good to anyone else?

The fact I can introduce him to shows that are fun and interesting to us both is new. And awesome. Because we can talk Doctor Who over whatever-the-fuck-I-felt-like-making dinner.

Or this proves that my boyfriend is an emotional and financial masochist and I am the ever-loving sadist everyone ever told me I was.