I Make Pointless YouTube Searches, or an Ode to the Joes I Knows

One of my favorite bands of the 90s was the Rugburns. They did weird little songs on weird little subjects. I had no idea they made any videos, much less for one of my favorites (I'd apologize for the quality, but that's not really my fault, is it?):



Oh, and Steve Poltz is dishy. I can't believe he dated Jewel...

Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

Yeah, I like Joss Whedon. I really liked Buffy, appreciated Angel, and freaking adored Firefly. Here's his latest, to watch for nuthin', you lucky monkey.

I'm making a pair of fingerless mitts similar to the ones worn by Penny at the beginning of Act 2. Here's the completed one:


I haven't, to my knowledge, ever done anything so overtly fangirl-ish before. It tingles.

Do Androids Dream of Electric Heat?

I'm no stranger to winter. I love to regale hapless strangers with tales of my adventures in Alaska. Like how my hair would freeze when I walked from swim class to the school bus, or how it was the only time of year when the outhouse didn't stink, or how difficult it was to get around in Vans on black ice. But I guess I'm getting old, because I'm cold, man.

That's not to say it hasn't had its moments. D and I built this little monument to the approaching solstice:



So have a happy Solstice/Yule/Hanukkah/whatever!

Motherf**ker!

There are times when eloquence fails, and this be one o' those. I have either badly sprained or broken the ring finger on my left hand (yeah, that finger). It's all bruised, mottled, and sausagey-looking. Captain ILL is right--exercise is dangerous stuff. From now on I'll let my ass grow unhindered. It's the American way, after all.

Hello, my name is IMLOT...and I'm a Spinaholic

I promised, this spinning thing has become a problem. I'm spending unreasonable amounts of time working a giant buttload of alpaca fiber a most wonderful and generous spinner (now fellow spinner, I guess) gave me--thanks Donna! As I can't afford proper carders (much less what I could really use, a drum carder), I'm left to card with slicker brushes made for dogs. They actually work really well. I guess if it's good enough for beloved pets, it's good enough for me.

It's taken a bit of time (and many a tangled up wad of fiber), but I'm finally getting an almost-handle on basic spinning. It's still really difficult to get the feed, tension, and twist right, but I'm definitely improving.

And in economic downturn news, I got a goose down pillow for five bucks today at Linens & Things. We vultures are indeed an opportunistic lot.