Object of existential fear and loathing of the day.

Some freakin' PR firm with whom I communicated about ONE story six months ago will not take me off their damn list. And their primary clients seem to be purveyors of schlock-o-rama electronic toys. Last Friday I came home to this thing on my doorstep. I tried to get a picture of Orange Boy trying to wedge himself into the cardboard box next to this thing, but ultimately he decided he didn't want to share the box with Baby Undead (It cries! It wets! It devours human brains!).  A few days prior, this arrived:
See what I mean?  Thankfully, I put these two wastes-of-petroleum out on the curb with a "Free" sign, and someone quickly took them away.  There's yet another one in my office now, but I think I can foist it off on my neighbors with kids, who will quickly break it.

I just finished my first week being back at a full-time job, and on the whole, I like it. There is, of course, the mild discomfort of not knowing the political territory, but I don't seem to have irrevocably pissed anyone off yet. It's a pretty mellow place. Next week I'll have some real work to do, as opposed to just familiarizing myself with systems and pestering people with questions. Unfortunately, I caught a cold on day two of the new job, so I've been snuffling and looking terrible--no doubt making a terrific first impression.

Instead of knitting much, I've been casting hateful looks at the yoga mat bag in progress. Sick of it. Not going to finish it now. But I have plenty of knitting opinions. For example, I'm wickedly jealous of how quickly Rachael finished her cabled hoodie, and it looks fabulous--I hope she and Lala make all their connections to Venice; that is one crazy flight itinerary. And I did sneak a few looks at the Fall Knitty while at work (I'm full of fresh resolutions about being all about business while on company time), and I'm enamored of Cactus Flower and Ivy, and maybe Serrano. This time next year I'll contemplate making one of them. (I'm also full of not-so-fresh resolutions to work backwards on unfinished projects and stash yarn until the backlog is significantly cleared.)

I picked up the top-down pullover again, and I am excited about finishing that. I should have sleeve #2 finished by the end of the weekend, particularly since I can claim sickness as an excuse for being couchbound.

I just listened to one of my new (to me) CDs from Lala.com, and I recommend it highly: Identity Crisis, by Shelby Lynne.  Her voice is grit and honey. If you have to buy just one song from iTunes, make it "Telephone" (not quite a lament on drunk-dialing). Then go buy the album I Am Shelby Lynne because every song on it is perfect. And I kind of love that she has the worst attitude toward the music business. A huge chip on her shoulder.

While I'm being dictatorial, go see Little Miss Sunshine.

OK, I'm all whined out. Time to put on some Paul Westerberg and take more Dayquil.

Comments

[Julia Wei]

ok, those things are scary. Congrats on going FT. It was a bit startling for me after maternity leave, but luckily my employer let me ease into it and now I'm back into overdrive. Not so much knitting or knitblogging though now :(

[Suzie]

Yipes! Scary toys. I have been desperately trying to remain healthy--I'm popping Airborne just in case. Wow Westerberg, I haven't listened to any Replacements in ages...