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Even the Thesaurus Can't Help Me Now

I've run out of words to describe how bad I feel.  My fever broke last night, so my head isn't swimming nearly as much.  But my cough is worse.  In fact, I've pulled a muscle around my lower rib cage from coughing.
Throat still sore.  Nose still clogged.  Joints still achy.  I'm the kind of sick that is so miserable you just want to cry.  And talk to your Mama.

Sick Bay

One of many peculiar things about me is that I cannot drink milk when I have a sore throat.  It just tastes funny.  Friday morning, I poured myself a glass of milk, took one sip and thought, "UH-OH."
My throat is disgustingly sore and gunky, my nose is stopped up, my head is pounding, going double-time when I cough (which is often.)
Nominations for Knitters' Hunk and Knitters' Chick open one week from today.  Spread the word if you'd like --- on your own blogs, on Ravelry. . .   Wherever seems appropriate.
The Fedora of Fate* awaits.

*Actual Fedora of Fate not pictured;  I don't feel like getting up and finding a camera.

The Craft

My son is an actor.  We talk a lot about acting and films and TV and actors and who's good and who's not.  And, invariably, we get stuck in that "Who Is Your Favorite Actor?" trap.  Now, we both know this is a trap, yet, when either of us sees a phenomenal performance, we throw ourselves headlong at the bait.
For a long time, I tried to pretend the bait wasn't enticing me by casting off comments like, "Do you mean actors I like to watch act, or actors I like as people?"  Legitimate --- the question could be meant either way --- but I was just tap-dancing around the snare.  There are actors who are heroes to me, but whose work has never moved me to think, "Why doesn't he have an Oscar?"  There are actors whose work might astonish me once, but that's all.  For a Favorite Actor, someone has to be superb all the time.  And you must never catch him acting.  That's the death of an actor.
I've never seen Sir Ben Kingsley bad.  Ever. …

Counting the Days

I've been looking at the calendar, and believe I have come up with the first couple of relevant dates for Knitters' Hunk and Knitters' Chick.
Nominations will be accepted from Sunday, August 4th to Saturday, August 10th.  Each person is allowed to nominate up to three men for KH and up to three women for KC.  NONE of the following people need to be nominated:
Liam Neeson
Benedict Cumberbatch
Sam Neill
Alan Rickman
Maggie Smith
Meryl Streep
Voting will begin Thursday, August 15th.  One must give the Fedora of Fate time to work its magic. . .


Of "Kim Spence Dean":
encamped skein panicked semen* naked specimen caped skein men+  kind men escape capes need mink

Of "Kim Dean": kinda me am inked^

*The thought, the visual of sperm flailing all around, screaming. . .  Cracks me up.

+Knitting superheroes?

^I am.  Tattoo, you know.

Itch. And Quandries.

Knitters --- probably all crafters --- know the feeling of just aching to have a project in your hands.  It almost takes away your ability to think about anything else.  You simply want to make something.
I've got that same itch right now for books.  Thinking near-constantly about how books feel, the rustle of the pages, the places you're sent to. . .  I went to Barnes & Noble today to buy a magazine and walked out with 3 new books.  I could not help myself.
And, yes, I am currently reading one*, and, yes, I have both an armoire and a bedchest already crammed full of books.  But it's a fever, I tell you.  A fever that must be fed.
Occasionally, thoughts of the not-too-far-away Knitters' Hunk and Knitters' Chick contests float by, and I realize I'm having a devil of a time coming up with my three nominees for each.  Gotta work on that.

*Sacre Bleu by Christopher Moore, a gem of a writer.

State of Play

I've been spending a lot of time on Stumble Upon lately;  having given up the search for a job, there are suddenly open hours.  And, like Pinterest, Stumble Upon is a black hole of diversion --- it was morning when you started, and it's dusk when you look up again.

But it has led me to some nice sites.  Here --- I'll share:

Do It Yourself Kaleidoscope.  (Actually, while you're at the site, go to the home page.  Dozens of cool things.)

The Quiet Place Project.  Terrific, terrific site.  Note the different places you can go, at the bottom of the home page.  I've shed lots of tears, and found encouragement here.)

Footage of a Space Shuttle launch.  From the Space Shuttle.  If you're a space/NASA nerd like me, this is manna from Heaven.  The only audio is the actual sound of liftoff and ascent.  Magnificent.)

Lorette found this, and posted it on facebook. The Colour Clock.  You color theorists will, no doubt, find it entertaining, while we mere mortals just find…


I am 53 years old.  I've seen this dance time and time again in my life.  We get mad, we march, we sit, we say, "Hopefully, this will lead to a real and frank discussion on race in this country."  And, for 2 or 3 days, everyone has things to say and platitudes to repeat, and then another "big story" comes along and enflames and distracts passions, and all that's happened is that we have put off the "real and frank" discussion again.
I don't want to sound cynical, though I know I do.  It's just that I've been through this and been through this and been through this, and will undoubtedly go through it again. Don't misunderstand me.  There can be change.  There has been change.  But "No Justice, No Peace" may have worn out its welcome.  And think about that message: if we don't get justice, as we define it, we will continue to disrupt and yell.  Folks, peace is precisely what you want.  You have to want change to come w…

The Week-Long Pop Quiz

There have been some entertaining answers to the questions this week.  Thank you so much for taking the time to write.  Are you in the mood for one more?
What is your favorite line from any movie?
Mine is actually two lines;  again, I'll wait for some of you to answer before I let you know what they are

Oh, you are all coming in with some great quotes.  Particular tips of the cap to Shari and Bridget, who brought The Marx Brothers to the party, and to Kim, who got her husband involved.

As for me:
"Miss Jean Louise, stand up.  Your father's passing."
(To Kill A Mockingbird)

Low Voter Turnout

Less than a quarter of the people who read the last blog post responded to my question;  but that's okay.  Here's another one:
What is the weirdest food you've ever eaten?
My answer once a couple of you get the ball rolling.


Again with this one, two answers came to my mind.  I'm going with barbecued raccoon.

Your Turn

I've talked enough lately.  Too much wailing and self-pity.  So, for a few days, there'll be a question here that you are invited to answer.  (I will, too, just to be fair.)
Today: If you were given a yacht, what would you name it?

Very tempted to christen mine "But I Can't Swim."  Will go with "Water Bearer," though.