Spoonerisms: Left-handed Kitty

Dipity is left-handed. I don't mean she favors her south paw. I mean she favors mine.

Every morning when I start waking up and she wants her morning head-scratching, she comes and lies against my left side. If Spoon already happens to be there, we have issues. She refuses to get comfortable on the right side (which is the side closest to the door, which may be a factor.) She stares at Spoon until he sort of gets the hint and circles around, and then she can have her spot. She stretches out against my side with her head facing toward my feet. I am then expected to scratch her head, which she often places out of reach of my hand, manipulating me to twist around, and to scratch her hindquarters.

Now it's spread to the couch. She wouldn't spend much time on the couch for the first year or so, perceiving it as Spoon's territory, as he's often on there if I am. But she's gotten more comfortable there, and she prefers to stretch out on, surprise, my left side, head facing away from me. (Hmmm, wonder if I should start wearing a bag over my head.)

News: Morning Funnies

Need to steel yourself against another day slaving away? Yeah, so do I. So here are some funnies:


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Knittin' Crap: More Camera Hoggin'

It's been almost 2 years since I posted a gallery of Spoon's camera hogginess, and he certainly hasn't let up in that time, so here goes, from oldest to newest.

Note that the last one, which I took yesterday, was the only picture of that cardigan I took in the fading sunlight that was even vaguely in focus. And it was the one he stuck his head in. He is master picture thief!

Dipity occasionally strolls into a picture, but she just can't hijack one quite like Spoon.

Knittin' Crap: Rescue Nests

Last fall I sent a dozen of these rescue nests to Valley Wildlife Care in the San Fernando Valley. They take in injured and ill wild animals and nurse them to health with the hopes of releasing them back into the wild. I found the pattern on Ravelry and hoped VWC could get some use out of them. Additionally, since big box acrylic is ideal for the nests both for its durability and washability, I could use up a lot of the stuff I had and hate to death.

I guess they're getting a lot of use of the things, too, because they've asked me for more. I started working on them again, because I still have plenty of that despised acrylic, except I had forgotten how slow-going they are to make. The gauge needs to be really tight so little legs don't poke through and get stuck, and cheap acrylic is painful enough to begin with. Ouch. As long as I break it up into short sessions, though, I can get them done. And it's for the little baby animals!

Anyway, for those who also have acrylic yarn they'd like to use up and to help a good cause (there are plenty of these rescue groups all over; you can find one near you, too), Laurie Bailty has posted the pattern here, free for non-profit use, for both crocheted and knitted versions.

News: Random Round-up

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• Epic infographic on the science of traffic jams. Although it doesn't reduce it to the actual root cause of traffic jams: the science of human stupidity.
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• Some pylons for electrical power lines in Iceland have been changed to look humanoid. When the human race is gone and the aliens come and excavate our planet, what are they going to think when they dig up those? "Their religion centered on giant metal men connected by cables, signifying the inter-connectedness of the individual."
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  I'm just wondering if they made a separate version with the women removed so it could be printed in that Orthodox Jewish, Brooklyn-based newspaper which photoshopped the women present out of the photograph they printed....

Metro Journal: May 24 Crosswalk Rage, Part n

(where n is very large)

I came thisclose to getting mowed down in the crosswalk with the crossing light. I got off my bus in the morning. The stop is one crosswalk + ½ a block to the office. How much can go wrong? I hit the crossing light, the light came on, and as I was crossing, this asshole making a left turn onto the street I was crossing almost hit me, having to slam on his brakes, stopping less than a yard from me. His car even stalled. I turned, gave him the "WTF IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM, DUMBASS?" look and gesture and he gave me a very sheepish look and tried to start his car while I just walked to the office. I was already cranky (it had already been a long week and this was... Tuesday!) and in fact, this was not the most annoying part of my day.

A week later, another asshole making a left turn almost hit me in the exact same crosswalk. He stopped further out, but seriously, WTF? In the previous year, I'd crossed that street 100 times without almost getting mowed over.