If you don’t know our cell numbers and should, shoot me an e-mail or leave me a comment.

ETA: I also have a skype account for people who have that preference.  If you want the connectivity info, same drill applies.

But I did pick up some Misti Alpaca handpainted sock yarn as a souvenir in Maine, and did up a Lace Ribbon scarf .  I wanted a longer, skinny kind of scarf - multiple wraps ’round the neck, or a long, loose drape - so I took out two of the pattern repeats.  It was perfect train knitting - quickly memorized, small, portable.  Best of all, it’s not a sock, so it really wanted to be photographed:

Yes, it’s VERY long.

But very pretty.  I think it’s a good’un, myself.

Well, that’s about the level I’m working at this week, so enjoy:

A thin rime of ice in the old watering can - Rime of the Ancient Geranium, perhaps.  In point of fact, the geraniums came in weeks ago, and are still behaving like overly-corseted Victorian ladies: weeping and sighing and coming close to fainting as they wonder how on Earth anyone would be so cruel as to haul them inside into the warm.  Not known for their brains, geraniums.  But pretty when they’re not turning yellow and fussing.

We have today off, in honor of veterans.  John is running up and down ladders, in hopes of finishing the  house project that Will Not End - repainting the master bath.  We’ve been camped out in the guest bath for about a month now, and while I am grateful for the fact that we have a guest bath to camp in, I am well and truly ready for this project to be over.  In a master stroke of poor planning, we had the main mirror in the master bath removed right before the busiest time at work for John - late summer.  So even though we have been able to use the room until very recently, it’s been… challenging.

Such first-world problems I have.  What a brat.

School colleagues are set to come over later today to finalize a project, so I must off.  So odd to have this day in the middle of the week.  But nice.  Thank you, veterans.

Interesting.

The view off of our back deck this morning.  Sometimes early rising is worth it.

We went to see Jonatha Brooke at the Birchmere this past weekend.  For once, the show wasn’t plagued by a crappy mix.  JB was her usual spunky, funny, soulful, irreverent self.  We enjoyed the hell out of her, as usual.  But she gave us Such.  Big.  News.

She’s doing the theme song for Joss Whedon’s new show, "Dollhouse."

I admit.  I yipped.

(Yes, we’re having an election today.  I voted, as I’m sure you did too, if you live in America.  Because you’re a good citizen.  The best.)

Princess Leia the Four-Year-Old Jedi is perfectly prepared to kick the butt of any naysayer who tries to point out that this is not canon; this is her light saber , and she is Princess Leia, and you wanna make something of it, buddy? She thought not.

Go read the whole thing .  You will die of the cute.

Me? We got dissed by the tiny goblins again (I think we had a grand total of about five trick-or-treaters. We get fewer every year). I did see some funny stuff on the Metro on my way home. A group of college kids, dressed up for a party. A ballerina, a Dorothy Gale, Cupid, who posed for me, but the iPhone camera and the train make for some blurriness:

And for a truly surrealistic touch, which I couldn’t photograph without being obnoxious, a tiny (presumably female) Ronald Reagan in a Nancy-red suit sporting an Obama button.

You can’t make this stuff up.

ETA: The funniest song I’ve ever heard about zombies.  "Re Your Brains " by Jonathan Coulton.  Go.  Listen.  Laugh.

Um… no.

In other breaking news, up is still up.  Down still down.  Ignorance is not strength.  Film at eleven.

Heard it from a friend who…
Heard it from a friend who…
Heard it from another -

"Well, that sounds like an incredibly reliable chain."

"So, is that an information need?  Does it involve information-seeking behavior?"

"Sounds more like information transmission to me."

"We’re really geeks, aren’t we?"

"Yes, but at least you’ll get a blog post out of it."