I don’t feel like relating the weekend’s events yet (though I will soon enough). Instead, I give you this:
Glass! It’s glass! I want about a hundred and fifty of these, but I don’t have room in my house for that many (I’d have things other than octopuses; there are jellyfish, lionfish, coral, and other sea things as well). I love sea creatures. Only we don’t do fish well. The husband and I had some tetras, then one ate all the others (plus the catfish), then it lived for three years off the life forces of the other fish, then it died when we moved. Now the tank stands empty, and the only things we can think of to get are things that would be really startled by the cat. I want a tiny octopus, but I don’t want to clean its tank every two days when the cat decides to jump at it and then it inks itself.
And that’s my message for you, folks: a glass octopus never inks itself.
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About HappyGoth
By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish.
I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob.
Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
knitters = angry mob 