So very tired. 5 hours of yard work will do that to you. The flesh between my thumb and forefinger is completely swollen from sawing down so many limbs, and then sawing them into firewood. My face is cut from whacking myself in the head with a dead tree. (Those suckers are hard to pull out of the ground.) And I smell like smoke from burning all of the dead wood. But at least it's all done for the season. I'm too tired to cook; I don't know what I'm going to eat. And I have to finish my exchange. Woe is me. grin But I think a beer and tv is about all I'm up to tonight. I can't believe I have a 2 inch gash on my chin. Jaj!

I finally got that set of encyclopedias out of my office, only to fill up the space with ... The Skein That Wouldn't Dye exchange. Jaj! Only half of them are in and they're overflowing behind my desk. They're all lovely though.

I snuck another bottle of Belgian - I wasn't as excited this time. Maybe it was because of my mother's grand extolation: It tastes like beer. hmph.

Ugh - I'm having one of those days in which I question the utility of being on fiber lists. One is consumed with petty flamewars, and the even more tiring "I'm bored with this conversation, can you stop already?" as if we exist to entertain her/him/it. On another, the signal to noise ratio has become ridiculous - I don't even know what it's about anymore. The lists I own are, of course, silent. I need to boot a member on one. Maybe that'll get more chat going. Not that anyone needs more chat in their lives. I think I'll give it a while longer though (just to be petty).

My beer's almost done - about 3 weeks left for both batches. I tried a bottle of the Belgian early. Not half bad, if I do say so myself (and I do). This is a good hobby. This will be an even better hobby once I start jogging again. Unfortunately my foot doesn't seem to be healing.

Just looking around. I achieved none of the fiber goals I set for myself this summer. Guess I'll be using my 3 fleeces as office insulation again this year. (But I'll have beer to keep me warm too well, not in the office.)

I'm finishing the toe on a Fortissima sock. I finally broke down and got some of that self-patterning yarn at Rheinbeck. I guess it has it's uses (movie knitting - through Lost in Translation and Intolerable Cruelty). But otherwise I'm not that impressed. I prefer my own spinning. (At least I know when there's a knot in the skein. grrr - pet peeve.) Speaking of which, I never did finish that other pair of socks. I literally just have to cast off. But I wanted to use a specific cast off and I keep forgetting to look it up. It's been about 6 months now, hasn't it? I have sweaters that are short just one sleeve that are years older. Once I lose interest, it's over. This doesn't bode well for finishing that other mitten, especially when it's too big for me.

FWIW - Flu shots hurt less than tetanus shots.

Poot - why is it that I can access my blog and not Dave Barry's? His is definitely more interesting.

I've been doing much of nothing, as usual. Not true... I've been homebrewing, not "fibering". I have one more batch to brew and then I suppose I'll get back to spinning. I should have some free time at the end of the month. Plus I have that exchange to get out. Not good for the host to be the straggler, eh? (hmm, what ever happened to the silk exchange; I haven't got that back yet.)

On the brewing front, the Belgian Dubbel is in the secondary fermenter. Another week to go before I bottle, and then at least a month of bottle conditioning before I can drink it. At that rate the not-yet-brewed Porter should be done at the same time. Guess November will be a good beer month.

Actually today's a good beer day. Blind Tiger is having an Imperial IPA event at 6, and Dogfish Head will be at Mugs at 7:30... I can make both, right? (Maybe I should pin my home address to my clothing, just in case.)

Ah well, better get going...

I'm sure that I posted this before, but since it IS International Talk Like a Pirate day... prepared to be boarded!

You are The Cap'n!

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!

Hey there - Joined another webring. So now more people can see what I'm not doing.

I did actually go to a spinning meeting this weekend, hosted by newbie Thriller Steve. I spun for about 30 minutes and played with the dogs for the rest of the time. I was a nice afternoon though.

The bells are ringing outside.


Arrgh - I'm still sore from the Tetanus shot on Tuesday. My arm is all swollen and hot. If I had remembered how much this hurt, I wouldn't have reminded them that I was due.

I'm not doing anything. I finished knitting one mitten, but I have to spin more to finish the other (2 more skeins - 173 yrds). I have to remember to get my silk exchange out Monday. And I need to spin more for the skein exchange. I also have to do my Hungarian homework. Jaj!