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Sep. 27th, 2002 03:18 pmI think it's getting cold enough to start pulling out my knitting again.
Gordon picked me up from work yesterday so we could go down to the Tenant's Union and figure out how to get him out of his lease with Chuckles the Slumlord, and if they might have any tips on suing the camel-fucking weasel. You can tell a place is on a shoestring budget when they've got volunteers doing everything in the basement of a church on the backside of nowhere. I don't doubt their power though, not with the kind of tenant-friendly laws that Seattle has.
We ended up on Queen Anne for dinner, and I called Lori to see if she wanted to join us. My timing, as always (heh) was excellent, so we had just a little to wait, and then I got, um... distracted. There was a new little knitting supply store in one of the old houses that holds shops on that end of QA. Darling little place, and not exactly the cheap polyester yarn that you find lurking in your generic hobby shop. Lovely, luxurious wool blends and softsoft tencel/silk and glorious cotton and bang, there I was, ready to pile on the projects. I managed to restrain myself to only a couple of pattern books, and by that time Lori beat us to Pete's.
It's weird. I can't knit or crochet in hot weather. Read, oh yeah. Get all crafty? Nope. It's something to look forward to as the sun dies for the winter: crocheting while watching Buffy with Ali and Lori. And the squeeing over Spike. There must be squee.
Dinner was good - Pete's calzones, and their anti-pasta salad, which I'd always get with Chris when we still hung out. Mmm... Calzones. I have the leftovers waiting for me at home tonight.
And then (and then!) Lori and I swung by B&N so she could splurge on books. She did check with me first - two of them I already had, so no need to spend the bucks on checking out new authors - not when I'm more than ready to toss books at her. Second time in two days, though - I'd been there yesterday waiting for Kris so I could take her out for pizza for her birthday. Dangerous, that. I was safe on regular books from the FoL Book Sale, and I knew better than to wander into music, but I stumbled over their blank books, and it was all over. I've got this beautiful handbound book with handmade paper that I've got to figure out some elaborate project for. Last night I was good though. No new books.
Bossman's finally back, and just in time - the print server died this morning, just as he walks in the door. I was quite happy to let him take care of that while I dealt with all the frantic 'I can't print' calls. 'We're working on it' is much easier than actually kicking the server and hunting for corrupted .dll files.
Alrighty - if I listen to any more hold music, I may go postal. Urk.
Gordon picked me up from work yesterday so we could go down to the Tenant's Union and figure out how to get him out of his lease with Chuckles the Slumlord, and if they might have any tips on suing the camel-fucking weasel. You can tell a place is on a shoestring budget when they've got volunteers doing everything in the basement of a church on the backside of nowhere. I don't doubt their power though, not with the kind of tenant-friendly laws that Seattle has.
We ended up on Queen Anne for dinner, and I called Lori to see if she wanted to join us. My timing, as always (heh) was excellent, so we had just a little to wait, and then I got, um... distracted. There was a new little knitting supply store in one of the old houses that holds shops on that end of QA. Darling little place, and not exactly the cheap polyester yarn that you find lurking in your generic hobby shop. Lovely, luxurious wool blends and softsoft tencel/silk and glorious cotton and bang, there I was, ready to pile on the projects. I managed to restrain myself to only a couple of pattern books, and by that time Lori beat us to Pete's.
It's weird. I can't knit or crochet in hot weather. Read, oh yeah. Get all crafty? Nope. It's something to look forward to as the sun dies for the winter: crocheting while watching Buffy with Ali and Lori. And the squeeing over Spike. There must be squee.
Dinner was good - Pete's calzones, and their anti-pasta salad, which I'd always get with Chris when we still hung out. Mmm... Calzones. I have the leftovers waiting for me at home tonight.
And then (and then!) Lori and I swung by B&N so she could splurge on books. She did check with me first - two of them I already had, so no need to spend the bucks on checking out new authors - not when I'm more than ready to toss books at her. Second time in two days, though - I'd been there yesterday waiting for Kris so I could take her out for pizza for her birthday. Dangerous, that. I was safe on regular books from the FoL Book Sale, and I knew better than to wander into music, but I stumbled over their blank books, and it was all over. I've got this beautiful handbound book with handmade paper that I've got to figure out some elaborate project for. Last night I was good though. No new books.
Bossman's finally back, and just in time - the print server died this morning, just as he walks in the door. I was quite happy to let him take care of that while I dealt with all the frantic 'I can't print' calls. 'We're working on it' is much easier than actually kicking the server and hunting for corrupted .dll files.
Alrighty - if I listen to any more hold music, I may go postal. Urk.
