Sunday, August 24, 2008

Beijing closing ceremony

I had a laugh with the umbrellas while the double decker bus pulled away. But really, why the hell couldn't they have gotten the three surviving members of Led Zeppelin to play instead of some reality star singer dressed like a skank to murder the song? And I thought Diddy had been sacreligous. And these announcers at NBC are really laying it on thick. "Oh, she's popular worldwide, hit #1" in yea many countries.

Her first album came out not even 12 months ago. Cry, sweat, and bleed touring for twenty years and have an incident involving a red snapper and a groupie, and then we'll talk, toots. Until then, you do not hold the slightest candle to Robert Plant.

I would have liked Paul and Ringo to perform with Dhani and Sean or Julian. Even the Stones as a last resort.... blah.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

on this Olympic's gymnastics

Ouch. It seems like all the gymnasts this Olympics are falling off their apparatii, or are falling on their asses on the dismounts. The only sport I'm really following this Olympics is gymnastics. I'm going to watch Natalie Du Toit compete for South Africa in swimming.

This whole age controversy with the Chinese gymnasts makes me rather sad. One governing body will take what another gave them at face value, the first saying the papers weren't forged, even though there's newspaper articles in the gymnasts home country listing her as very underage? It seems like neither group wants to take responsibility that someone there fucked up severely, or was bribed. Very sad.

Huh. Looks like I'll be seeing that new Brad Pitt movie, The Curious Case of Benjamin Bratt, or whatever it's called. It reminds me of an episode of Star Trek voyager, where the children are born fully grown (now, they didn't explain it, so don't look at me like that), and are left by a cave at an advanced age (and then they look ten-ish) to be eaten by some energy monster of some kind. I think the story arch was rather Tovul related.

Side-bar linked to my Ravelry page. Need to take pictures of my lovely, lovely stash.

Friday, August 1, 2008

borgata sent me slot and comp dollars!

This afternoon I cranked out a two curtain panels for Maria's 5 year old daughter. This involved me calling Maria and asking what kind of curtain rod I had left there- shows you how long ago it was since I can't remember it.

The project started off on a bad note- I couldn't find the damned thing that screws and holds the needle in place. After tearing apart my room, I thought to look in the sewing machine carrying case- and there it was, in the bottom. Why the fuck I had detached it ages ago, I have no idea.

Oddly enough, my leg craped up fell asleep as soon as I stopped walking between (and hunching over) the ironing board and the sewing machine. Who knows when I'll manage to drop the drapes off. I kind of want to drop 'em off the same time I drop of her older brother's.

And those will be four panels with two valances. Solid black for panels, Tatsu for valance once I figure out how I should have the dragons going. It's going to be a tiny valance, the molding is only 40 by 48.

In the past month or two (since I'm so grand keeping track), I've finally finished and given Myra the stop sign baby blanket for her son. Yay! Oh, and apparently, 'stop' is one of his favorite words. I had a laugh when she told me.

Something positive. I could have sworn there used to be a search-able archive by quote, but I'm not seeing it anymore. Will have to find my favorite, the 'sproing!' one by rereading them all. But this one's almost as good. almost. edit- found it.