It figures

As soon as I "publicize" (i.e. list this blog on my facebook profile, which I'm pretty sure no one has noticed) I run out of things I'm excited to blog about. Lost has taken over my life. I watched about a dozen episodes with the boyfriend this weekend. We justified it by the fact that it has been raining biblically for the past week, so pizza and dvds were just the thing.

I was on such a roll with the knitting and crocheting and now I've totally pooped out. Crochet Rug 2.0 has had extremely little progress, Lost is too engrossing for me to be able to crochet or cut t-shirts effectively while watching. And I haven't knitted since I ran out of yarn for the failed capelet that I mentioned here. But I'm going to need to amp production back up cause I'm planning some knitted wedding gifts and I also want to retry the capelet, but with different yarn. I'd really like to be able to wear this with my bridesmaid dress from B's wedding. I found another link to the pattern on Ravelry so I know it can be resized (basically I just need to start with a larger neck measurement), now I just need enough yarn. I'm thinking Lion Brand Thick'n Quick, I know it's not the most glamorous stuff out there, but it's in my budget.

So, things around here are either really dull if you're not into Lost, or really exciting if you are!

"All this has happened before. All this will happen again."

If you've hung around me recently you may have become aware that I'm a fan of Battlestar Galactica (BSG from here on out) and I recently caught up to the rest of the geeks and finished the series. I'm not going to talk about how I felt about the ending here, let's just say I wasn't as thrilled as I expected to be. What I am going to talk about is how it seems I can't not have a tv show to obsess over.

I have never had cable outside of my parents house. In college I didn't even own my own tv. These days I do have a tv and dvd player, but no channels. This will change soon but for now it means that I watch tv shows online, on dvd, or at my boyfriend's place. This is why I was behind on BSG. It's also why I lost touch with my favorite show of all time, though I'm slowly building my GG library (though I have already watched them all multiple times online). And, most noteably for this post, it's why I never started watching Lost. Until now.

The thing about BSG is that it consistently blew my mind and had such amazing cliff-hangers that I couldn't wait to start the next episode. And since I was watching them on dvd, so long as I had the next disc, I didn't have to. I even upped my Netflix account from two-at-a-time to three-at-a-time so I never had to wait. And once I finished everything that had been released on dvd, I promptly bought the rest of the series on iTunes. I dreamed scenes from it, I related everyday situations to it, I thought about it non-stop when I wasn't parked on my couch actually watching it.

You might imagine this left a pretty big void in my life once I got to the end of it. And you'd be right. Enter Lost. My boyfriend is a big fan, as is one of our mutual friends who was also into BSG (not to mention the rest of the country). I tried hard to wait. I knew I'd like it once I started it, but I also knew it'd probably be healthier if I gave myself a break from addictive tv. Alas, my boyfriend is a total enabler and borrowed the whole first season from a friend for me. I'm 7 episodes in and all I could think of at work today is how long I had to wait before I could get back to it again.

*The title of this post, of course, is a majorly repeated quote from BSG that creator Ron Moore stole from Peter Pan. And it makes me wonder, what show will I watch obsessively after I catch up with Lost? Will I ever just watch a show as it airs? Would that be as satisfying? Who the heck knows...

OMG so embarrassing

I was in Target the other day shopping for a friend's bridal shower. It was a little last minute, too late to order something online and have it shipped, and there was nothing left on the registry that was actually in the store that I could afford. So I decided to go "off registry" and get some cute undies and a gift card. That's the great thing about Target, you can get kitchen supplies, games, groceries, and thongs!

That's also the horrible thing about Target. A guy I met once or twice happened to cross my path as I walked up to the register and caught my eye just long enough to recognize that we knew each other. But I just blew by him as fast as I could, no way was I going to do the "Oh hey you're so and so who was at so and so's party a couple weeks ago" while holding a handful of panties!

I know I'm making a bigger deal out of this than I need to

Soooo.... I didn't tell anybody about this blog for a while cause I wasn't sure I wanted to. But now I do so it's time to do an intro post. You know, one that's a little more insightful than this.

On "Foggy Outlet":
The day I created this blog address it was a very foggy morning. I LOVE foggy mornings in WV, it reminds me of being a kid and walking to school when it was so foggy you couldn't see the end of the block. And then it all burns off into a gorgeous sunshiney day (hopefully). I like how there's a fog line too. Up at my parents' house it won't be foggy, but as you drive down into town there's a specific point as you go down the hill closer to the river where the fog starts. It's cool. But I also like "foggy" cause I don't really have a plan here. I've posted about knitting and crocheting, dreams, and weird stuff that makes me laugh. Whatever's in my head. And that's how it'll likely continue.

And obviously, it's an outlet. I'm blogging for the same reasons any random person might blog: it's cheaper than therapy (but not necessarily as effective), I'm bored, I think I might have something to say, I want to do something creative. I found myself reading a couple of artsy/folksy/diy type blogs and feeling a particularly nasty kind of jealousy. As I processed it out with B (she's also cheaper than therapy and at least, if not more, effective) I realized that I was having such a strong reaction cause I wanted to be doing what they're doing. And you know what? I'm never going to be a renown writer, or a professional artist, or even a particularly stylish dresser. But dammit I want to do something creative. B suggested I start a blog. I balked at first, but here it is.

On my blogging history:
This is actually my fourth blogspot address. They're all gone now so I won't bother telling you what they were. The first one was much like this one, I'd blog about whatever was in my head and all my friends read it and occasionally left comments. It was a happy little place. Then months after my ex moved out I discovered he was still reading my blog. This made me feel very weird and I didn't like it. Plus I didn't have a whole lot of non-depressing things to say at that point and I wasn't updating very often. So I deleted it.

The second one was a super short lived "I'm going to have fun now goddamit and I don't care what you think" angry kind of thing and I managed to offend B in the very first post. She called me on trying to cop a bad girl identity that wasn't really me (which she was right about). But I didn't like her critique so I deleted that one too.

Then I started a third blog that I didn't tell her about so I could further explore trying to be a bad girl without her input. But it's not very fun writing about being a bad girl when no one is reading. And truth be told, at the bottom of it I'm just not that much of a bad girl. So I deleted that one too.

That was all a while ago and I sort of swore off blogging. I thought the world had enough random bloggers, surely I didn't have anything to contribute that would be worthwhile. But screw that, it's not like I'm wasting paper with this. And it's a way that I'm putting myself out there. I'll definitely show off more knitting and crocheting, maybe some sketches, maybe some poetry. Or maybe it will only be more YouTube videos. But it will be videos that reflect parts of my personality, so that's something.

On having an audience:
I'm going to do my darnedest to genuinely not care what any of you think. I mean that in the best way, I want to do this first for me. I have this tendency towards perfectionism, and if I start to feel like I'm doing something "wrong" I will very quickly spiral down and want to delete this blog too. I want to avoid that so I'm going to try and practice not caring if you don't like it. Conversely, I will be grateful for any kind words you may have for me here, but I'm going to try and practice doing it first because I want to.

For that reason I'm not putting a site meter here. I don't want to know how much traffic I get, or what city my readers live in. If my ex happens to find it, I don't want to know. If no one stops by for three whole weeks, I don't want to know. If it blows up and I have tons of readers, I don't want to know.

So there's my very wordy intro. Sometimes I just have to say things aloud (or, ya know, type them) to give myself permission. Hopefully no more disclaimers or justifications after this.

Get outta my dreams, get into my car

I used to be really into dream interpretation. Not so much lately, but I still like it when I have an interesting dream. The other night I dreamed I was in my car and I shifted from park to drive. As far as dream symbolism goes, transportation of any kind is pretty cool. Driving yourself is cooler. And the car in my dream was my real-life car, my little Ford Focus! Not just some generic dream car. Any time there's ever been a car in my dreams before it's been some random car made up by my subconscious. Obviously the action is significant, shifting into Drive like that. Overall I think this dream is a very good sign.

And since it was so realistic, I can recreate it for you now!

Here's what my dream looked like. I shifted from Park:


to Drive:


It's like you're inside my dream! Dream-blog-vision!

And cause I can't leave well enough alone:

More to laugh/cry about

Just sitting here in my office, clicking around passiveagressivenotes.com when I found this. Had to shut my door so I could laugh myself into tears without gaining an audience.

Maybe I just have a scatological/bodily humor issue?

Why you shouldn't take me anywhere

I have this issue that occasionally embarrasses me in public. Sometimes, I don't know why, funny things will randomly hit me in that laugh-so-hard-you-cry kind of way. I don't think there's anything wrong with that in and of itself, I quite enjoy laughing that hard. If I'm by myself, no problem. If everyone else is laughing that hard, no problem. But not infrequently it happens to me and nobody else. It's so embarrassing.

Like the other night I was hanging out at a restaurant with a group of people that included a couple and their little baby. The baby got passed to one of my friends and all was well and good and cute. Then my friend casually took a swig from his beer bottle, set it back down, and looked a little alarmed and used his sleeve to wipe off the top of the baby's head. Me and one other person saw this and while she definitely laughed, I couldn't stop laughing and had to forcibly choke down the rest of my laughter. I also couldn't look at that friend holding the baby for a good 10 minutes before I finally really calmed down.

Also recently, I was recounting to a friend the scene from The Wedding Singer where Drew Barrymore's character gets drunk in a bar and pukes. She comes out from the bathroom and says to Adam Sandler's character, "I vomited in my hair. Does my hair smell like vomit?" For whatever reason, I could not say those lines without laughing. Particularly the word "vomited." Even now I just said it aloud to myself and it's making me laugh. I can't tell you why it's so funny.

One time a few years back, I was hanging out with friends at someone's apartment and one of the guys was talking about his recent trip to NYC. He mentioned going to a concert and another friend, who happens to be Australian, asked "Oh, was it a pianist?" And I knew what he said, but I couldn't help hearing something else, and it just made me giggle. A couple of other people giggled too, but while they all stopped giggling, I couldn't stop.

I know that I get this from my mom. It happens to her too. But the great thing is that if it happens to her while I'm around (or vice versa) I start laughing uncontrollably just because she is. And then she starts laughing harder because I'm laughing too and we just lose it completely. This is great because it's not embarrassing when it's not just me. Instead, it feels like we have some completely hilarious inside joke that no one else gets. Though even still, sometimes she calms down way before I do.

Just for the sake of another example, this video always makes me laugh that hard: