FREAKALICIOUS!

About three nights ago, I received this email:

“You know, you really turned out to be an interesting person, at least judging by the lint queen site.

If you don’t remember me, don’t bother to write back.  If you do (and you’ll forgive me for the out-of-the-blue question), I’ll be in RTP this evening (assuming the plane is on time) and my cell phone is XXX-XXX-XXXX.  I’m usually working like crazy when there, but today I have the evening free.”

signed by a name that was familiar, but not instantly peggable (but I’m notoriously crap with names).

I replied with an apology (the curiosity was KILLING me), then went back to read the email again for clues.  At that point, I noticed that the email was dated AUGUST 18!  Time-Warner had sat on it for almost two months!  (Or maybe my Outlook was misbehaving).

Then I replied again, apologizing for the delayed response.

Both bounced.

Now the curiosity is killing me.  Today I called the number.

It was my high school chemistry teacher!!!!  (“Ohhhhhhhh — *that* Kiplinger!!!!“)

Wow.  Crappy cell phone connection, so we didn’t talk long, but WOW.

(I haven’t seen him in 18 years…it’s not like we kept up or anything.  He apparently was going to be here for business and was trying to remember who he knew in the area and found my site via the NCSSM site.  Wow.)

EDITED to add: This, BTW, qualified as Really Cool, in my book.

Funny misunderstood lyric

As a change of pace from all the weighty ponderings below (friends-only posts, so holler if you’d like to know what’s on my mind), I just realized how funny one of my misheard lyrics really is: as a child, I thought the Elton John song “Island Girl” was called “I Like Girls”, which, in Elton’s case, is clearly, well, wrong.

Well it’s about time, isn’t it?

I’ve been over busy of late, which is no excuse for the sporadic updates, but I’ve also not felt like typing.  (I actually HATE typing and would much prefer to dictate things… I can TALK for hours!)

Anyway, with my birthday having been last week there’s been a flurry of taking me out to dinners and lunches (work folks, Meghan, Jeff, and Mike [though that wasn’t technically a birthday dinner, it was a fund raiser that he’d won tickets for, but I gave him birthday credit anyway]), which is, of course, all to the good.  In addition, I’ve:

  • Gone to a wedding — my first Quaker service.  Much to my relief, the “quiet-unless-moved-to-speak” part lasted only about an hour and was partially filled by other non-me people.  I’ve had several folks trying to explain to me the concept behind “being moved to speak”; however, what they don’t seem to understand is that (for me) about 22 seconds of silence is enough to move me to speak.  At any rate, I enjoyed the service, which seemed not to trigger as much wedding anxiety as I usually have.  The fact that there was a pig-pickin’ and a GREAT cake afterwards increased my joy.
  • Attended a Baby Shower — not for me (duh), for a woman with whom I work
  • A Photo Shoot with Sarah — That sounds much more impressive than it was, which was mostly us walking around Franklin Street with me attempting to make helpful noises like “erm…when the thingie’s too much to the left, you need more light, so you could make the shutter speed bigger.  I mean faster…. I mean…”
  • Seen Laser Floyd — Yep, laser shows are back at the Morehead Planetarium.  I luuuurve me some laser shows.  Laser Beatles is starting next — who wants to go with me?
  • Done another Secret Shopping Expedition — to Big Bowl with Al (not my ex-boss Al, the Al I know through Larry’s roommate Greg)
  • Seen Peter Tork at the Six String Cafe — yep.  A Monkee.  Live and In Person.  He was actually quite fun (and not bad musically), though there was one completely surrealistic moment when he played a Bach piece on piano (think it was Brandenburg no.5 in D, but I won’t swear to that).  Monkee.  Bach.  Freaky.
  • Visited Centerfest — Mostly to look at display options in prep for the show I’m doing…

Oh, I haven’t mentioned that yet, have I?  Well, that’s been the other Big Thing that’s been eating my time.  I’m doing my first “craft show” this December.  It’s a fund raiser for Cary Academy (I got randomly lucky — is that tautologically redundant?? — and a friend of a friend [Inez] was looking for exhibitors and my name got thrown in.  I’m planning on having the following:

  • purses
  • scarves (knitted and polar fleece)
  • hats (knitted and polar fleece)
  • jewelry
  • keyrings
  • punk baby bibs
  • iPod/cellphone cozies

And perhaps I’ll put out a photograph or Polaroid emulsion transfer or two (it’s a “craft” show, so I don’t know what the market will be like for them, but what the heck?).

Needless to say, this raises all sorts of logistical issues — display?!  tags?!  pricing…  :|    It also requires *stuff*…lots of stuff… stuff I make.  So I’m making.  Part of my problem is that I really don’t care for “production work”…once I’ve made something once, I get bored with it. So (on the “thinking positively” side) that means everything I make is unique, but on the (depressingly realistic side) there are no “economies of scale” in production.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this and how I feel about the things I make and have decided I’m OK (for now, when this is a hobby/side adventure, not anything like a Real Job) with this, and, from a marketing standpoint, can turn it to my advantage.

That being said, my *stuff* will continue to take a while to make.  Must Make More Stuff.

COMING TO NYC

Last minute fun on the agenda… next Thurs. morning (that’s Sept. 30th for those of you playing along at home) I’m heading to NYC for 2.5 days of funfunfun (leaving early Saturday evening).

So… holler if you
(a) live there and want to get together (particularly if getting together would not conflict overmuch with work)
(b) know nifty places I ought to go (definitely on the agenda:  MJTrims for sewing bits).  Also interested in the “BIG SALE” places (are there any BIG SALE yarn places, I wonder?) and any Good Eats.

Wheeee!  (BTW, for me this is WAAAAAAAY spontaneous!)

Too depressed to think.

The US Government Department of Homeland Security has deported Yusuf Islam, née Cat Stevens, writer of the song “Peace Train.”

Sad.

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see — he moved!!!

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Ok… Saturday night (saw Bourne Supremacy…very..blurry, that one). Reading LJ pre-bed. Notice a wee bug crawling on my screen. Try to flick him off (perhaps unintentionally squishing him). He won’t flick.

The bug is *INSIDE* my screen.

There is a wee bug INSIDE my screen.

I hope he doesn’t die and become a wee dead bug inside my screen.