all tomorrow's parties
Tuesday, 3 June 2008 10:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtMy Evil Landlord 1 is severely in the dogbox at the moment - not because I'm fulminating domestically against him (although I am led to believe that our exchanges about loading the dishwasher are worthy of an Old Married Couple) - but because he underwent a rare moment of unGermanic inefficiency over the weekend and missed his mother's birthday party. He was convinced it was on Saturday night when it was actually on Friday; various frantic relatives phoned all conceivable friends-of-Evil-Landlord2 with increasing desperation as Friday night wore on, but no-one's cellphone ring was loud enough to overcome the ambient noise at the steak restaurant where we were doing our usual end-of-month payday restaurant celebration with jo&stv. His mother is apparently severely narked.
The problem I have - and I'm surveying this anthropologically, from the point of view of someone with deeply civilised parents who I think would resort to ridicule rather than guilt-trip if I screwed up thusly - is that her level of infuriation seems to indicate that he is in the particular dogbox reserved for Offspring Who Forget Parental Birthdays, with a side-order of Offspring Who Forget Important Family Gatherings. This seems unfair, since he clearly remembered it and planned to attend - in fact, he's guilty of no more than momentary mental aberration, disorganisation and planning snafu, which happens to all of us, be we never so German. I suspect the guilt-trip response is partly because they were seriously worried he'd had an accident or something, and swung to the relieved/annoyed pole when they finally made contact. Which is understandable, but still a tad unfair.
Then again, the victim is my Evil Landlord, who has Shrug And Ignore It down to a fine art.
I have to say: Nelson's Eye? Seriously good steak. They proudly trumpet their basic disinterest in such frou-frou as starters and side-dishes, which they provide in more or less token form, and which are in consequence seriously behind those of the Hussar, my usual steak-house benchmark. This is problematical while you're actually eating the starter, because Nelson's Eye's prices are ... pricey. One and a half times Hussar, on average. You feel gypped for the duration of the starter. Then you wade into the steak, and All Becomes Clear. Those prices? Totally valid.
Last Night I Dreamed: I was trying to knit socks. This was a sad, frantic experience during which I became bogged down in morasses of multiple double-pointed needles in hundreds of sizes, circular needles like coiled springs and art deco representations of Shub Niggurath, and rope-like, writhing yarn in nauseating pastels. I think my subconscious is seriously threatened by my current vague leaning towards trying to knit a woolly hat for my niece. It seems a valid use for a skein of purple wool, but if normal needles warp space-time, imagine what I could do with circulars.
The problem I have - and I'm surveying this anthropologically, from the point of view of someone with deeply civilised parents who I think would resort to ridicule rather than guilt-trip if I screwed up thusly - is that her level of infuriation seems to indicate that he is in the particular dogbox reserved for Offspring Who Forget Parental Birthdays, with a side-order of Offspring Who Forget Important Family Gatherings. This seems unfair, since he clearly remembered it and planned to attend - in fact, he's guilty of no more than momentary mental aberration, disorganisation and planning snafu, which happens to all of us, be we never so German. I suspect the guilt-trip response is partly because they were seriously worried he'd had an accident or something, and swung to the relieved/annoyed pole when they finally made contact. Which is understandable, but still a tad unfair.
Then again, the victim is my Evil Landlord, who has Shrug And Ignore It down to a fine art.
I have to say: Nelson's Eye? Seriously good steak. They proudly trumpet their basic disinterest in such frou-frou as starters and side-dishes, which they provide in more or less token form, and which are in consequence seriously behind those of the Hussar, my usual steak-house benchmark. This is problematical while you're actually eating the starter, because Nelson's Eye's prices are ... pricey. One and a half times Hussar, on average. You feel gypped for the duration of the starter. Then you wade into the steak, and All Becomes Clear. Those prices? Totally valid.
Last Night I Dreamed: I was trying to knit socks. This was a sad, frantic experience during which I became bogged down in morasses of multiple double-pointed needles in hundreds of sizes, circular needles like coiled springs and art deco representations of Shub Niggurath, and rope-like, writhing yarn in nauseating pastels. I think my subconscious is seriously threatened by my current vague leaning towards trying to knit a woolly hat for my niece. It seems a valid use for a skein of purple wool, but if normal needles warp space-time, imagine what I could do with circulars.
1 Who finally gets his own tag. Words cannot describe how little this would mean to him, given his professed and vindictive ignorance of all things bloggity.
2 If the EL had a blog, or thought about these things, he would presumably be apologising e'en now to all the people who had their Friday nights disturbed by frantic EL relatives, but he doesn't and doesn't, so this is about as good as it's going to get. I'm personally rather interested to see how far they threw the net.
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Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 11:44 am (UTC)oops.
Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 11:45 am (UTC)Greeeeen
Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 01:30 pm (UTC)Re: Greeeeen
Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 02:41 pm (UTC)scroob
Re: Greeeeen
Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 06:55 pm (UTC)Re: Greeeeen
Date: Wednesday, 4 June 2008 09:38 am (UTC)Re: Greeeeen
Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 07:27 am (UTC)Re: Greeeeen
Date: Wednesday, 4 June 2008 11:31 am (UTC)http://www.straw.com/cpy/yarns/pandasoy-card.html
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Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 12:55 pm (UTC)Knitting for another?! How the mighty have fallen.
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Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 01:16 pm (UTC)I suggested the EL should take his mother out to dinner on Saturday in penance, but in fact he spent the rest of the weekend playing computer games. Perhaps they were penitential computer games.
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Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, 3 June 2008 02:38 pm (UTC)(I shall be descending on Cape Town for a week at the end of August. I think we should perchance arrange a Knitting Party. If only because it's something I would never have expected to see you doing. Also, your dad's mohair arrived last week. Mmmmm fluffy.)
scroob
Knitting in August
Date: Wednesday, 4 June 2008 09:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, 4 June 2008 11:38 am (UTC)Glad the mohair is joy-inducing. When can we expect to see it up on the site? I have this sort of proprietorial interest in seeing how it's sold ... ;>.
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Date: Wednesday, 4 June 2008 01:42 pm (UTC)Mohair on site by next week I would hope. I have to badger Armin into taking pics of the latest arrivals, which is complicated by the fact that (a) I'm not home till Friday and (b) he's on night shift this weekend. So it will take a little while, but not too long. I'll certainly let you know.
scroob
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Date: Wednesday, 4 June 2008 02:15 pm (UTC)Yay knitting!
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Date: Wednesday, 4 June 2008 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, 4 June 2008 05:21 pm (UTC)still scroob
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Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 11:58 am (UTC)Fnar Fnar
Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 11:07 am (UTC)Tee hee. Those things are so phallic. I do want one, though. Even though my hand-formed balls are perfect.
Ahem, anyway, I have nothing in the diary for the 30th. I have Pencilled In this yarnparty. I assume we can coordinate catering plans closer to the time.
Re: Fnar Fnar
Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 11:54 am (UTC)Re: Fnar Fnar
Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 01:36 pm (UTC)I'm very curious to see this phallic ball winding contraption. Is it a nostepinne? Armin was Very Startled to see a bunch of those arrive for my shop. He said I should post them in the Naughty Corner. (He keeps trying to convince me to have a Naughty Corner. I keep telling him it's Not That Kind of Shop.) He also calls them nostep... something else.
Re: Fnar Fnar
Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 01:47 pm (UTC)The ball-winding contraption is a slightly angled peg which is made to rotate by winding vigorously at a handle. By the miracles of weird engineering stuff it winds yarn onto the spool to create these perfectly wound balls. The really fearsome one, though, is the sort of concertina thingy to hold the skein. It tends to look as though at any moment it's going to extend spidery legs and take off across the living room with a clatter.
Re: Fnar Fnar
Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 05:23 pm (UTC)O'course what I really really really want, desperately, times a lot, is this version here.
http://www.dropspindle.info/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=51&Itemid=160
*swoon*
Re: Fnar Fnar
Date: Thursday, 5 June 2008 05:25 pm (UTC)Yours disapprovingly
scroob
Re: Fnar Fnar
Date: Friday, 6 June 2008 07:44 am (UTC)Also, what happened to the OpenID login you had?
Re: Fnar Fnar
Date: Friday, 6 June 2008 12:13 pm (UTC)I still has it. See? But I don't use it when commenting from work, for reasons to do with the Great Interconnectedness of Everything and not wanting to log out of my usual Gmail account.