i don't know, who?
Jan. 26th, 2011 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sisalikI am not good at guessing. Whenever someone tells me a shaggy-dog story that ends with "and guess who it was?" I am going to get it wrong.
I've just given up trying, at this point, because no matter what I say it is going to be a disappointment, so I may as well be funny about it.
My mom just did this to me. My reply went like this: "Mahatma Gandhi. Winston Churchill. John Lennon."
I give up, officially. I'm never going to guess who, guys. Not ever.
The flu has flued away, for the most part - some lingering sinus fuckuppery is taking a while to go away. Snort pfui sniffle.
Had an interesting dream about crochet, of all things: in it, I was given a bunch of odd-shaped handmade hooks that were all twisty and imperfect and very cool looking. I used them to make something that looked like Ponyo. I think I'll have to dig up a ball of yarn and figure out if this is remotely workable in reality - the crocheted fish, that is, not the hooks, since I don't know how to do metalwork. Seems my best crochet is improv, since when I try to use patterns I screw things up.
I think that's a sign that I need more important things to think about, but I'll be damned if I can come up with any. I'm still a bit of a Flu Brain Space Cadet. So much so, speaking of fish, that I went and got addicted to that stupid fish game on Facebook. (If you play it let me know. I need more fish people. How do I get rid of the damn dolphin?)
I am deeply disappointed that I have burnt through all of Connie Willis' books with Oxford historians in them. Especially Blackout and All Clear - I'd have been happy with a whole series of that. Nom nom nom worldbuilding deliciousness. Anyone have any good WWII books to recommend? Light on the combat, heavy on the home front please - I like 'em plotty but not gory. London during the Blitz, especially, would be good.
How are you, internet?
I've just given up trying, at this point, because no matter what I say it is going to be a disappointment, so I may as well be funny about it.
My mom just did this to me. My reply went like this: "Mahatma Gandhi. Winston Churchill. John Lennon."
I give up, officially. I'm never going to guess who, guys. Not ever.
The flu has flued away, for the most part - some lingering sinus fuckuppery is taking a while to go away. Snort pfui sniffle.
Had an interesting dream about crochet, of all things: in it, I was given a bunch of odd-shaped handmade hooks that were all twisty and imperfect and very cool looking. I used them to make something that looked like Ponyo. I think I'll have to dig up a ball of yarn and figure out if this is remotely workable in reality - the crocheted fish, that is, not the hooks, since I don't know how to do metalwork. Seems my best crochet is improv, since when I try to use patterns I screw things up.
I think that's a sign that I need more important things to think about, but I'll be damned if I can come up with any. I'm still a bit of a Flu Brain Space Cadet. So much so, speaking of fish, that I went and got addicted to that stupid fish game on Facebook. (If you play it let me know. I need more fish people. How do I get rid of the damn dolphin?)
I am deeply disappointed that I have burnt through all of Connie Willis' books with Oxford historians in them. Especially Blackout and All Clear - I'd have been happy with a whole series of that. Nom nom nom worldbuilding deliciousness. Anyone have any good WWII books to recommend? Light on the combat, heavy on the home front please - I like 'em plotty but not gory. London during the Blitz, especially, would be good.
How are you, internet?
