working lots lately, survived madness at marshall field’smacy’s tuesday, out with fellow university ex-pats last night, hawks vs. leafs tomorrow, dr. who marathon saturday, collapse into heap sunday, sleep late monday.
sorry for my lameness in not writing anything interesting lately. here, watch some unicorns! (courtesy of Bingo Pajama.)
i have one sock of the socks i started two weeks ago (almost) done. it seems like the end of socks takes me forever — mostly because i get mostly done with the instep and then i knit two rows and try it on to see if i’m done yet, knit two more rows, try it on again, … so this sort of defeats the subway knitting purpose. (maybe the solution there is to have multiple socks going at once?) and then there’s the toes — i want to do them in a single sitting so i don’t have to worry about forgetting where i was on the decreases, etc., but that means i have to find a solid chunk of time at home to do that. so, i started this toe yesterday evening but i was so tired i only got a few rows into it before i sleepwalked to bed. fortunately (?!), LIFFE blew up at 2AM so i got paged, and then i had time to kill before i had to go get ready for work, so i got it finished up to the point where i went “screw it, i haven’t had nearly enough coffee to deal with kitchener stitch yet,” put it on stitch holders, and cast on for the second sock. THAT i can do on early-morning autopilot, at least.
of course, it was so early in the morning that my models are all too tired to work.
“What the …?”
“Your fixation with taking pictures of things on your cats is disturb– oooh, string!”
and i noticed, amusingly, that while carrying it around to work and back every day for two weeks, my ball of yarn had somehow gotten squeezed into a non-standard ball shape:
of course now all that spare time has flown and it’s time to get ready for work, so you know what i’m going to be singing in the shower? “Dreidl, dreidl, dreidl, I made you out of yarn…”
i cannot help but think that a large number of people who stumble upon ziggurat.org from search engine referrals must be, ultimately, disappointed in what they find.
excerpted from my webalizer stats for the past few days, since i remembered to fix my access logs the other day to actually report on referrers:
Top 20 of 74 Total Search Strings
- (56 hits, 20.66%) sex
- (50 hits, 18.45%) doll
- (19 hits, 7.01%) ziggurat
- (16 hits, 5.90%) ex girlfriend
- (15 hits, 5.54%) scared
- (7 hits, 2.58%) girlfriend
- (6 hits, 2.21%) psycho
- (6 hits, 2.21%) sex doll
- (4 hits, 1.48%) 1973 mach 1 mustang
- (3 hits, 1.11%) Ziggurat
- (2 hits, 0.74%) 1973 mach 1
- (2 hits, 0.74%) EX%20SEX%20SEX%20SEX
- (2 hits, 0.74%) EX-GIRLFRIEND
- (2 hits, 0.74%) Matthew%2BShepard
- (2 hits, 0.74%) SEX
- (2 hits, 0.74%) car emblem
- (2 hits, 0.74%) crock pot soap
- (2 hits, 0.74%) doll pictures
- (2 hits, 0.74%) doll sex
- (2 hits, 0.74%) free ex girlfriend pics
all of this really makes me want to ask: is there seriously that much of an audience for free ex girlfriend pics? i mean. it isn’t very descriptive, is it? it seems to me that more specificity is recommended in googling for free porn. at least, if more specific terms were being provided, they wouldn’t end up at what is clearly the most popular thing i have ever posted.
or, hey, maybe they would’ve. this is a universe of infinite possibilities, after all.
i’ve always loved watching the sparks off the third rail, especially when they light up the sides of buildings alongside the tracks.
apparently i’m not the only one.
i know that i am, like, the exact opposite of ideal demographic for television marketers: i have a relatively high income, am single, and in the desirable age range, but (a) i don’t have cable so they don’t get any money from me that way, and (b) i use tivo, so the advertisers aren’t going to get my eyes anyway…
…except for the times when i see something go by, stop, rewind, and watch multiple times, like i did for this mesmerizing, super-creepy PS3 ad:
i don’t honestly know which part i find creepier: the demonic speaking-in-tongues laughter, or the disjointed “ma-ma” at the end. it’s all a little bit like some sort of messed-up the shining vs. 2001 bootleg.
