It sure seems like I have.
You know sometimes how you go a place that you’ve been several times, and you’re used to it being a certain way, but when you go the next time it’s completely different and so you feel like you’re not in the same reality you started in? No? Well, this morning was one of those mornings. I usually get to work a little early, and there’s generally someone else there. This morning, the side door was unlocked before it usually is, and then the office was completely dark and silent. There wasn’t a soul around. It was incredibly eerie. So I made myself some yogurt (by “made” I mean “dumped in a bowl with some blueberries and honey and stirred”) and then sat at my computer blogging for a minute, and now that it’s the official be at work time, there are other people here.
To compound the strangeness, it’s going to rain mightily at some point, so it’s all overcast and quiet outside, too.
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.
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