I Live in Chaos

For example:

This is my desk, at which nothing is ever done. I mean, look at it. Because of all the stuff on/around/under the desk, I do all my work at my tiny table in front of the couch. And while this has nothing to do with the state of chaos in which I live (...or does it?), I am mildly surprised by the presence of the orbs there.

Come to think of it, this is the first time I've ever taken a picture, and I've taken many at various scenes of battle/carnage/graves over the years, that orbs have shown up in, and it's the picture of my unused desk. Go figure.

I do have a teeny bit of knit to show.

Lady Bic: not just for legs anymore. Yup, I shaved the wee moebius basket with an old razor. Mary, the moebius part is just the handle, and it comes out rather nicely after a felting--retains the neat moebius shape, if you can imagine what I mean. The pattern is in the disturbing genius Cat Bordhi's book A Second Treasury of Magical Knitting, and I highly recommend taking a look through it to see all the crazy things a moebius can be party to.

School is about to get real exciting, so, contrary to all logic and common sense, I expect to post more. However, it is possible that my extrordinarily underdeveloped sense of scholastic responsibility might kick in, in which case I might actually be working on some strategic planning for that ^#$%* management class. Next for updating, I expect, will be the Al-Clap-a again, so I could easily just recycle an old picture and you'd never know the difference anyway.

M's Culture Report

I went to see Superman Returns (movie snack food no longer popcorn; now Rolaids). I liked it quite a bit; I plan on seeing it again at some point. I have never liked Lois Lane. To be fair, the first Superman movie came out months before I was born, and although I have seen it and the second one, I was a small child when I did. And Lois lost me when she asked Superman to name the color of her underwear. If she just had to invite the guy to look under her clothes, she should have asked something like whether she had an outie or an innie. I did actually like her a lot more in this movie. Everyone did pretty well with their characters, the effects were awesome, and Bryan Singer has my permission, if he ever feels he needs it, to direct whatever comic book/epic type movie he wants. Imagine my surprise, though, when I ran across an article that mentions a debate on whether the "S" on the costume stands for "Superman" or is in fact his family crest, when all along I thought the "S" stood for "subtle."

In case you haven't seen it yet (and you should), here are a few lessons you can take away from watching Superman Returns:

1) Little boys love their mammas.
2) John Williams is a f*cking genuis.
3) The New Agers were right; crystals are the key to everything.

Who knows, I might get around to a Culture Report that does not focus on movies, but don't hold your breath for a book or anything, unless it's on cataloging. TTFN, y'all.