Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Day 1 of the Musikmesse

I'm eating Paprika Pringles.

They're FUCKING DELICIOUS.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The view


Frankfurt is a fancy-lookin' town. For example, this is what it looks like out of my window on the 44th floor.

(Sorry about the monster-file.)

Thursday, March 06, 2008

I made a puppet.




He's the best puppet I've ever made so far.

There's not really a good shot amoung them, and these are all several months old. I've since begun the Mark Wood Mark Two, this time with more felting, so that his face won't be so damn floppy.

In my defense, I swear I was neither drunk nor stoned when I decided to make a puppet of Electric Violinist Mark Wood, nor am I creepily enamored with him. Those of you who know me well know that I don't handle boredom well. Perhaps you just hadn't realized how poorly I handle it.

Monday, March 03, 2008

My apartment smells

Wool is one of those wonderful luxury fibers. I love to knit with it; it feels wonderful if you spend the cash to get the good stuff, it's got the right amount of stretch and give, and it looks damn fine when everything is said and done.

The one downside is blocking it. Blocking it means you dip the whole thing in warm water, press the excess water out, and then spread it out to dry. It sets the stitches, makes laces and cables stand out better, and gives everything an extra touch of zing.

The downside is that in the meantime, it smells. Wet wool is not a sexy smell at all.

Also, I'm going to Germany in a week. Squee!