Scott and I decided to get rid our cable last week. We generally hate Comcast and the TV sucks up a lot of time so we just cancelled it. Some might remember that we tried this a couple years ago- we went about a year without it, and it was mostly good. There are some downsides (like a major feeling of detachment from society, and never knowing what movies are out) but mostly it's pretty great.
Unfortunately, when the Comcast guy came to disconnect our service, he wiped out our internet. It's partly my own fault for letting the guy leave before making sure all was well, but mostly I blame the Comcast guy. My rage really boiled over when I called them- not 5 minutes after the guy left- and they said nobody could come fix it for four days. Doucheknockers. I swear my hatred for Comcast grew exponentially each day. The worst part is that they have a total monopoly on high speed internet in our area. I'm hoping weekly calls to Verizon, begging them to expand their service, will change this.
But for now, my bubbling anger has been reduced to a simmer as the internet has been restored. And those tricky bastards sent out the nicest, most competent men (yes, two men!) to fix the problem, nullifying my plan to shoot the messenger. Nonetheless, I still despise Comcast and plan on dropping them as soon as possible.
Now for the news: Scott is back to tattooing. He had enough of the office scene, and an opportunity presented itself, so that was it. The next few weeks will be hectic as we adjust, but all in all it will be much better.
Honestly, I was debating holding that little tidbit back, but it would probably have come out sooner or later. My hesitation was purely due to the fact that now nearly every conversation with every person I meet is going to be about tattoos. I mean, when someone asks what my husband does for a living, and I respond with "He works at (insert telecom company here)," that's it. Sometimes there's a follow up question, but rarely an entire discussion. But if I say, "He's a tattooist," it's inevitably followed by a discussion about tattoos. I won't lie- it gets old fast.
Perhaps it's the anti-socialist in me, but I just don't care. I don't care what you want, or what you have. I don't care to show you all of mine. None of mine have any meaning whatsoever- really. It really doesn't matter if you like mine, or if I like yours. If you ask me more about my tattoos than you'd ask about a haircut, I'm going to start looking for escape routes. I can't tell you how much "something like that" would cost, and I definitely can't tell you how much it will hurt you. Them's the breaks.
BUT if you want to talk tattoos, go talk to Scott. He's at Exposed Temptations in Manassas. He's really quite awesome, and can answer all your questions (except the pain one- seriously, how can anyone else know your pain tolerance?).
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Laziest Day Ever
Scott left on a camping trip this morning, leaving me on my own for most of the weekend.* A moment ago, I reflected on my day thus far, and decided I really should not be left on my own with no direction. Apparently, this is what happens:
Around 7 I woke up and showered. The next couple hours were spent assisting in making breakfast and coffee for 6 biker friends of the Husband. Around 10 they all left on aforementioned camping trip. At that time, I whined via Facebook status about having to clean up the bacon grease splattered all over the stove. Afterwards, I may have had a drink to cope with the recent stress of having many people in the house so early, and the prospect of cleaning.** From 10:30-11:30 I cleaned said grease, did many dishes, and vacuumed the layer of dog hair Spencer unleashed at the excitement of having company. Afterward, I ate a brownie as a reward.
Around noon, I decided to check out Wonder Books. For those not local to this area, it's a bookstore that sells new and used books, DVDs, VHS, CDs, etc. I think they rent movies, too. It's supposedly a great place to go if you're looking for something out-of-print, or if you still have a functional VCR. Thinking they may have some rare knitting books, I go, only to find their knitting/crochet section is pitifully small. I guess knitters don't let go of their old books... I did find a book with some general patterns in it, and picked up a paperback copy of Red Dragon. When I got back, I more thoroughly examined my purchases while eating an apple. So far this isn't too bad, but then I rapidly sank into boredom:
I spent the better part of the afternoon taking quizzes on Facebook, wandering aimlessly around Ravelry, and watching TV. I followed a fly around the house with a spray bottle set to "mist" for a while, thinking that if I got him wet he wouldn't be able to fly around, and he'd land so I could catch him. I have a thing about smooshing bugs. And cleaning up smooshed bugs. Unfortunately, he was clever enough to go under the couch, so that was the end of that. I made an iced mocha, and went back to screwing around on the interwebs. Later I was suddenly struck with the feeling that I was developing a fever. As I put down the laptop to go get a thermometer, I realized that it was only the heat of the computer making me hot. Feeling stupid, and still bored, I went to the kitchen to procure a snack. On the way, I tripped over the abandoned spray bottle. I ate a banana while pondering compost heaps and wishing we had a backyard. By that time it was nearing 7:30 and I noticed the whole day had been a wash, due to my own laziness. Eventually, I decided to blog in an effort to redeem myself and that's where I sit now. Somewhere in there I did manage to get 4 rounds of a sock done, but that's it.
A bit of sock, a couple of books, and a clean kitchen- that's all I have to show for the day. One of these days I'm going to figure out this whole "productivity" thing. And learn how to eat like a normal person, with regular meals and all that.
*Would-be rapers and killers beware: I am alone but armed.
**I'd like to point out that I almost never drink, but have an affinity for Disaronno and a rebellious attitude toward social mores (like drinking alone in the morning).
Around 7 I woke up and showered. The next couple hours were spent assisting in making breakfast and coffee for 6 biker friends of the Husband. Around 10 they all left on aforementioned camping trip. At that time, I whined via Facebook status about having to clean up the bacon grease splattered all over the stove. Afterwards, I may have had a drink to cope with the recent stress of having many people in the house so early, and the prospect of cleaning.** From 10:30-11:30 I cleaned said grease, did many dishes, and vacuumed the layer of dog hair Spencer unleashed at the excitement of having company. Afterward, I ate a brownie as a reward.
Around noon, I decided to check out Wonder Books. For those not local to this area, it's a bookstore that sells new and used books, DVDs, VHS, CDs, etc. I think they rent movies, too. It's supposedly a great place to go if you're looking for something out-of-print, or if you still have a functional VCR. Thinking they may have some rare knitting books, I go, only to find their knitting/crochet section is pitifully small. I guess knitters don't let go of their old books... I did find a book with some general patterns in it, and picked up a paperback copy of Red Dragon. When I got back, I more thoroughly examined my purchases while eating an apple. So far this isn't too bad, but then I rapidly sank into boredom:
I spent the better part of the afternoon taking quizzes on Facebook, wandering aimlessly around Ravelry, and watching TV. I followed a fly around the house with a spray bottle set to "mist" for a while, thinking that if I got him wet he wouldn't be able to fly around, and he'd land so I could catch him. I have a thing about smooshing bugs. And cleaning up smooshed bugs. Unfortunately, he was clever enough to go under the couch, so that was the end of that. I made an iced mocha, and went back to screwing around on the interwebs. Later I was suddenly struck with the feeling that I was developing a fever. As I put down the laptop to go get a thermometer, I realized that it was only the heat of the computer making me hot. Feeling stupid, and still bored, I went to the kitchen to procure a snack. On the way, I tripped over the abandoned spray bottle. I ate a banana while pondering compost heaps and wishing we had a backyard. By that time it was nearing 7:30 and I noticed the whole day had been a wash, due to my own laziness. Eventually, I decided to blog in an effort to redeem myself and that's where I sit now. Somewhere in there I did manage to get 4 rounds of a sock done, but that's it.
A bit of sock, a couple of books, and a clean kitchen- that's all I have to show for the day. One of these days I'm going to figure out this whole "productivity" thing. And learn how to eat like a normal person, with regular meals and all that.
*Would-be rapers and killers beware: I am alone but armed.
**I'd like to point out that I almost never drink, but have an affinity for Disaronno and a rebellious attitude toward social mores (like drinking alone in the morning).
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
More Things I Like
21. Lists, apparently
22. Edamame (mostly I like picking it out of it's little pods)
23. The Venture Bros.
24. Pockets. Pockets in bags, pockets in pants, pockets everywhere.
25. Slip-on Vans
26. Skulls
27. Breakfast, especially toast
28. Snarkfests (as an observer, not an active participant)
29. Virgils Root Beer
30. TV shows about ghosts and haunted stuff
31. Cast iron skillets (we've recently acquired a second one!)
32. Little Britain
33. Space phenomenon such as shooting stars and comets
34. Thai Tanium (best Thai food ever)
35. Solitude. I really just love to be alone.
22. Edamame (mostly I like picking it out of it's little pods)
23. The Venture Bros.
24. Pockets. Pockets in bags, pockets in pants, pockets everywhere.
25. Slip-on Vans
26. Skulls
27. Breakfast, especially toast
28. Snarkfests (as an observer, not an active participant)
29. Virgils Root Beer
30. TV shows about ghosts and haunted stuff
31. Cast iron skillets (we've recently acquired a second one!)
32. Little Britain
33. Space phenomenon such as shooting stars and comets
34. Thai Tanium (best Thai food ever)
35. Solitude. I really just love to be alone.
Whew.
It's been a busy month! We made a lot of progress on the house (or at least it looks like we did):
We painted the living room a reddish-orange, with a yellow accent wall you can see in this photo:
And then we got some new curtains up, bought a better bookcase (to replace our two Ikea monstrosities), and got everything back on the walls. It's like a whole new place. I can't tell you how much I love the color we chose. In the shadows, it's a cozy, earthy, red; and when the light hits it, it's warm and bright and wonderful.
And we got all this done in time for a visit from Bryan (Scott's brother) and Celia (his wife). We had oodles of fun cavorting around DC, Frederick, and Gettysburg this past weekend.
There were many good times to be had, and of course, a filthy cake:
We painted the living room a reddish-orange, with a yellow accent wall you can see in this photo:
And then we got some new curtains up, bought a better bookcase (to replace our two Ikea monstrosities), and got everything back on the walls. It's like a whole new place. I can't tell you how much I love the color we chose. In the shadows, it's a cozy, earthy, red; and when the light hits it, it's warm and bright and wonderful.
And we got all this done in time for a visit from Bryan (Scott's brother) and Celia (his wife). We had oodles of fun cavorting around DC, Frederick, and Gettysburg this past weekend.
There were many good times to be had, and of course, a filthy cake:
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