Knittin' Crap: La rainure de fil est revenue

While I have pretty much no hope of completing the pullover before the end of the Tour de France, I persevere. The yarn groove on the back of my left finger, which I use to tension the yarn, has also reappeared.

Spoonerisms: More of Me To Love, Baby

Spoon has been sneezing intermittently, so I took his fat ass to the vet Friday. When the assistant put him on the scale, I was in for the shock: he now tops the scales at over 18 pounds. He'd been hovering south of 17 pounds last time he'd been there. I didn't realize he'd... grown... so much.

He is now on a diet. Right now we're trying the "get the skinny cat to dine at the all-you-can-eat buffet on top of the fridge" method, but Dipity isn't taking to that too well. I have to pick her up and put her up there, and then she'll generally look to jump down before eating anything unless the downstairs food dish has been empty long enough. I even moved their ceramic dish, which makes a satisfying noise when you put the food in, up there, but maybe I'll have to start putting surprises in there, like kid's cereal.

Anyway... now I know why the fat Spoon mushes the sofa cushions...

P.S. The vet said the sneezing may be due to allergies. I forgot to ask if cats can get seasonal hay fever the way humans can.

Spoonerisms: Prime Real Estate

Apparently I created the new cool place to be, just by folding up the squares blanket and draping across the back of the sofa.

Dipity was the first one to hang out there. Note how she can just drape over it. Of course, partly because he's always loved the blanket and partly because Dipity thought it was cool, Spoon had to start hanging out there, too. He even managed to steal the spot from Dipity. Just by sitting down in her personal space.

Spoon, instead of draping elegantly, mashes the hell out of the cushion. Ah, well.

Metro Journal: NextBus

The LA County MTA has finally added its bus system to NextBus, the online service which gives real-time bus arrival times based on the GPS locations of the buses. Unfortunately, I've found that "real-time" can be +/- 5 minutes, usually 5 minutes behind the actual arrival time, which means it's still possible to miss the bus. Also, there's no separate Android app for it, and the web interface is rather annoying. Still when taking a line that isn't always punctual or when trying to decide which of multiple viable lines looks like the better option, it's nice to have.

They've started putting up these signs with the NextBus stop number and occasionally qor codes to make it easier to use the service. Sometimes the sign placement is more sensible than at others. At one of the stops I take near work, the sign is 7' up the pole. I had to look for it. Dude, I can barely see it, and I'm not super-short.

Knittin' Crap: Je Suis Absolument Folle

It's Tour de France time again, and like a total nutcase, I decided to go for the yellow jersey, the big challenge, the... long-sleeved pullover in fingering-weight yarn.

I am seriously nuts. And if I'm not already, this seed stitch bottom band which is taking me forever to work will certainement finish the job.