About the MobWell, really it's a mob of one, but you get the idea. I'm just me, in Hotlanta, but through me there are many others (yes, we are numerous), and we have teh pointy sticks (fear them), and besides that, we make pretty things. Mostly.
All Them Thangs
Monthly Archives: July 2008
To the dreaded house-moving. Firstly, Plurk – WTF? You keep saying “just one more hour” and that’s what you told me at 10 am this morning. This is not the way to foster loyalty in a new member. I’m just … Continue reading
And yet creepy.
Because I needed another medium. I’m not talking about the ooey-gooey, earthy-crunchy fortune-telling type. I’m talking about things like paint and clay and pencil and paper and everything else that lets people be artistically expressive, in a visual sort of … Continue reading
Well, to live in, at least, but we hope to buy it soonish. Yay! And it has an extra bedroom, so there’s a place for my yarn to live. I’m so happy.
Or, conversely, I Am Not Doing Enough Interesting Knitting. Sara Hillenberger knits organs! How cool is that? I feel inadequate.
Anyone? A coworker is trying to find it a home, and we’ve got a two cat limit. Also, it is white, so not an option for us. She’s white, looks to be about 8 months old, and appears to have … Continue reading
Half the room could probably see up my skirt. Well, crap.
She continues. Husband and I have been living in a relatively nice neighborhood, on the fringes of the nice part, for a couple of years now. And we have the worst real estate luck ever, so far. The first place … Continue reading
There never is. Once again, I find myself thinking just how awesome it would be if I didn’t have to sleep, but the rest of the world still did, so that I could get everything done and still have free … Continue reading