operation Bullsh*t Through Show & Tell is a success

 

so much added money and action, if you consider yourself a pool player, you just gotta go

 

 

listening to
Oasis
“…some might say they don’t believe in heaven…”

drinking
Coke
great way to start the day

obsessed with
time flying by too fast
whoa, horsie, whoa

 

 

omgwtf@work is now a hoity-toity club

As much as my job can suck, it feeds my pool habit, so I don’t necessarily want to get “dooced” from it. At least, not at the moment. I might dooce myself from it in the future.

Anyways, if you love reading about my Dilbert/The Office-like work environment, email me and I’ll put you on the invited-readers list (I won’t reject 99.99% of requests — I like thinking that I have friends). Also, I think you’ll have to get a Google account (I know, it sucks, but Blogger cracks the whip on that one) to log in. If you and a/some friend(s) read it, get one account and share it.

Once again, apologies. I’m generally not all that into self-preservation, but even my lemming mentality knows this is a good move. I might return the work blog back to the public eye in the future. Thanks VERY much to my supporters and those of you who have recommended my blog to other readers.

I thank you all from the bottom of my quadruple-bypassed heart.

 

 

in case you’re wondering…

This blog will always be free. It may go offline occassionally for maintenance, vacation, and/or technical difficulties, but I’ll never charge you to read it. In fact, I’m always amazed y’all find my rants so interesting… Well, I enjoy writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Carry on.

 

 

needlepoint

I find needlepoint very soothing. It combines the use of a sharp object in a stabbing motion with a rewarding sense of artistic accomplishment.

To fill in the background of the box, I realized fairly soon that I couldn’t use any of the standard craft yarns available in the craft store. The yarn was too fuzzy, and too thick to go through the tiny holes in the 14-count canvas. I decided to use DMC six-strand embroidery floss.

flossy

The floss is six strands of cotton thread twined together. For cross-stitch, depending on how big the stitches for the project are, you can use any combination of the threads. Most projects use two strands. For a bolder look or if you are working on a larger-count canvas, you can use four, or six strands. Since I am working on a dimensional project that requires good coverage, I am using all six strands.

For best results, you must first separate, then recombine the six threads. This allows the threads to lay flat, like a ribbon, instead of remaining twisted, like a cable. Flat threads allow for smoother stitching and better coverage of the canvas.

Here is my current progress on the design I so proudly graphed out last week in kindergarten style. It’s looking quite nice. The colors are pretty. I charted them that way because it reminds me of the sun in the sky, when you’re not staring directly at the sun (which is what I used to do as a kid).

kindergarten skilz, baby

You may be noticing a slight problem with the design that I have also noticed as well: the paler colors of the gradient are blending into the pearl color of the design. When I’m done, the design may very well be indistinguishable from the gradient background.

Crap.

Basically, this project is now a SNAFU’ed runout in eight-ball. There comes a time when there’s no going back and you’d better be extremely innovative to get out of the mess that lies ahead of you.

I’ll finish up the background and figure out a solution to this problem on the fly.

 

 

Friday, October 12, 2007

I am not a rabbit.

I had chicken piccata for dinner and afterwards, I went to the pool hall where I plugged in my iPod and hit a few balls.

Somewhere in the middle of my practice, a young-ish Asian guy with a suitcase-style cue case and a smirk parked himself RIGHT at the edge of my table. I ignored him, and continued to hit balls. He tried to make eye contact several times. I ignored that, too. He continued standing there. At one point, I had to move to where he was standing in order to shoot a shot. Without removing my earphones, I gave him the Glare Of Death and asked, oh-so-politely, “Can I help you?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. I continued the Glare Of Death. I smiled the Smile Of Impending Doom. He pondered the situation. He walked away.

And we both lived happily, ever after.

The end.

 

 

Saturday, October 13, 2007

I found some time today to practice on the big tables, and it was good.

After practice, I went to visit my friend on the other side of town where good cheap eats are open late. We didn’t eat very much, but the quality was nice.

Behold, the miracle that is Korean BBQ.

fire it up!

My friend chose bacon and I chose galbi (marinated short ribs) as our main courses.

baaacon gaaalbi

While the meat cooked, we had a few bowls of sundubu, the spicy Korean tofu soup.

Some galbi pieces, cooked to a perfect medium-rare.

I gave my friend the best piece of galbi–the meaty bone. That’s real friendship in my book. *sniff*

 

After fooding, I went back to a pool hall and played some more pool. I noticed the menu at the pool hall, and I am quite pleased to find out Tylenol is considered a snack.

and clamato, too

 

 

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Today was a day of rest.

I slept in and cleaned house for a bit. While watching Cold Case, I noticed, as usual, that when they had to pick up a suspect in a murder case, they went to a bar to look for him.

He, of course, was playing pool. Poorly.

The guy turned out not the be the murderer, and was, in fact, a nice dude. Yay.

 

Soon, it was time for Sunday night TV. Aralia and Ketel One were nice enough to include me in their Baja Fresh food run, and I had two spiffy tacos for dinner, accompanied by Henry Weinhardt’s Vanilla Cream Soda. I love that stuff.

My very delish carne asada taco as it arrived, and the same taco after I was done giving it a fashionable makeover.

My makeup palette and the final, glorious combination of taco and soda.

  absolute yummers

 

 

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