Look what I made!

[Not so] scientific experiments have been postponed due to being busier than a one-armed window washer. In the meantime, I finished another mask--LOOK!Boo, Kids! Can you tell Sergio is smiling? It'll probably look scarier without the polo and with black make-up around his eyes. It lost it's spook factor when Sergio put on his glasses. I was giggling too much to photograph that moment.

Notice Vicky's reaction?
Some people just don't get it. Of course, after she got over the initial "wtf?" she asked me to make a luchador mask for her. Great. I'm going to be known as the Mask Lady. Now if I could parlay that into a lucrative income...hmmm.

The (Nothing's) Happening

Last night I was hogtied and dragged to the (gasp) Valley to watch M. Night Shyamalan's "The Happening." For those who haven't seen it yet, I will not give out any spoilers. It's on DVD now. I'm not recommending it if you're a fan of M. Night and loved his other movies and expect this to be much of the same (re: creepy, plot twist, etc). However, I will recommend it if you love a good B-movie with lousy dialogue and gratuitous violence. A friend watched it in the theater and told me "it's hilariously bad." I questioned, "you mean YOU found it hilariously bad?"
"No, " she countered, "he MEANT it to be that way." I was unconvinced. I thought surely Shyamalan would not intentionally make a bad movie--bad dialogue, bad acting, etc. Surely it was just her. No, it had to be intentional, for we know he can actually write a good screenplay and direct.

As I said, I won't go into spoilers, but fans of my "Office" rant know where I'm going here.
Dear Mr. Shyamalan--If you're going to use an actual place, one in which you reside no less, know that people who live there (or have lived there) will only point and laugh at your geographical inaccuracies. Such as a train from Philadelphia to Harrisburg ending up in Filbert. Or a man leaving Filbert and making it to Princeton before his friends make it to the non-existent Arundell County, which conveniently can only be found on local maps and certainly not on any maps belonging to military personnel (an entire COUNTY, people, not a town). Okay, so tiny little spoilers--trust me, it won't hurt your viewing enjoyment. As always, here is a map for illustration of said inaccuracies. Click to Enlarge. The A pin is Filbert, PA. Tune in tomorrow for (maybe not so) Scientific research.

One extreme, meet other

It's that time in my ghetto-fabulous apartment. Time to bust out the flannel sheets, thick comforter and space heaters. Time for snuggly socks for sleeping. Time to put the fleece blankets on the back of the sofa for wrapping around me during TV and knitting time. Time to learn to type with fingerless gloves on (no easy feat). Yes, friends, it's 62 degrees INDOORS at Chez Gingham, which according to the weather channel website, is colder than outside temps. Last week--hell, Wednesday--I had two fans blowing and was wearing a tank top to bed. Last night I wore thick socks, sweatpants, and a hoodie sweatshirt. I love fall. I hate my heatless apartment. I'm going to the laundromat to warm up.

Like summer all year long (I mean, for people who don't live in So Cal)

In case you haven't guessed by my lack of blog posts, my brain is fried. The huge fundraiser is three weeks away and we're all in Crunch Time mode. I can't wait until November when I can breathe a sigh of relief and make out my birthday wish list (hint hint). So, while I have no time to write a blog post, I have been keeping up on all y'all. Like Carla and Natalie's road trip (Thelma and Louise style, minus Brad Pitt, but with a tiny kitten) I loved the Boll Weevil Restaurant. And Ellen picking and grinning on her banjo--have you seen the 50 Banjos site? Can you guess which one is mine? Oh, and I can't forget Betheboy's week-long tribute to his lovely wife, Slackmistress, and her equally touching response.

Today, I saw a post that made me smile wide enough to show my back teeth. Have you heard of the Sun Jar? It's nothing special, when you really think about it. Just a jar with a rechargeable solar-powered battery and an LED light. But look at it.It's like lightning bugs in a jar--but without the cruelty and the jarful of dead bugs. I love lightning bugs. Joann and I had the best time chasing their glowing butts all over my yard when were kids. You can buy one for 20 pounds sterling, plus shipping (little over $40). OR, you can make your own with some very simple instructions* for about $20**. I'm totally making these. Thank you, Jackson at Superforest, for turning me on to this little bit of sunshine in my otherwise overwhelming day.

*Instructables is a great site. Spend some time and peruse the craftiness.
**I priced out the materials today and can give you websites if you'd like.

Knitting on the Run(way)

We knitters--ever the resourceful gals, we're never at a loss for something to do, not even during fashion week.

What did you do last night?

I pondered the important issues
while making this fabulous disguise. It's crochet, so it went very quickly and I was done in time for the evening news.

In other news, I totally want to having a wedding here. It's so beautiful. Mind you, I'd have to find a suitable man and fast-track him on the road to matrimony, but I would look hot photographed amid the flora and near the fountains.

Monday's meandering mind has melted

Land sakes! It's hot out there. It was so hot (How hot was it?). It was so hot the security guard outside the Bank of America was standing inside. It was so hot, I saw a very nearly naked girl on the corner of Willoughby and Seward. It was dusk and she was crouched down but I did not see a stitch of clothes save a pair of ankle boots and some feathers in her hair. And I didn't judge her because--it was that hot.

Anywho, what have I been up to, you ask? A whole lot of nothing and some knitting. Oh, sure, there was work and a Saturday meeting, but I've been diligently working on a mask for my pal, Sergio, which I will proudly display here sometime this weekend. I'm that close.

I found this humorous. This is the sign on the freezer door of our office fridge. You can't really read it but it says "When frost builds to 1/8" , please defrost. Failure to do so may interfere with movement of freezer door." Interfere? Or perhaps cause the door to fall off completely and lie on top of the microwave.But in the door's defense, this is way more than 1/8" of frost.On the way home I stopped at CVS for some beauty supplies and picked up some delicious Swiss Orange Sherbet. It's like those chocolate oranges they sell at Christmas time or the chocolate covered oranges in an Edible Arrangements bouquet. It's orange sherbet with chocolate chips. Sooooo good. I do love me some sherbet.