50 Cent goes to Iraq

Have you guys seen the ads for this game? We don’t see too many ads these days but it feels like the internet is actually targeting this household for the new 50 Cent game. Are we their target audience? Definitely. However all of the ads are ridiculous and amazing. I mean, from what I’ve gathered this game has got to be like National Lampoon’s Family Vacation. Only instead of Wally World they go to Iraq. And instead of Chevy Chase it’s 50 Cent. I might be wrong but I certainly hope I’m right.

So I finally finished the first cubee I started. That’s right, it’s the cradle of cubee life. The cubee Mesopotamia for me if you will (which I don’t blame you if you won’t.) I give you Ramona Flowers:

She’s got some spark in her. Hopefully not too much or she’ll be gone in less than two seconds but you know, a little spark.

I haven’t been up to too much I guess, at least knitting wise. I did paint some pottery though because there was a special on Lincoln’s bday, the painting fee was only a penny! Way better than on Washington’s bday where they upped it to a quarter. I mean, which President are you going to like more with those prices? I decided to paint a bowl for my ungrateful asshole cats.

It says “Saxy Cat.” Because that’s what I call her and I do call the other one Shmoobot. It came out pretty crappy in my opinion. The green for the Saxy Cat part came out way lighter than I thought it would and the blue background paint came out super streaky which I don’t really like. Plus you can see what a train wreck I ended up making Sax’s face. Live and learn I guess. I’m exciting to go back and paint a mug. I’m thinking either something knitting themed or a Mickey mouse themed mug for my mom.

I got my hair cut last week and because I need to share every detail of everything I do with you, here’s a picture:

Which I kind of like this picture because it makes me think that’s what I’d look like if I were a cyborg and had a crazy cyborg eye. You know, a cyborg who can turn the world on with her smile. Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile.

Ideal Stores

So I’ll just randomly start this post out by saying that tomorrow will mark a year since John and me tied some sort of knot in infamy and looked at each other lovingly and said “sure”.

No, he’s a pretty stand up dude. Don’t let me fool ya. I still have no idea what to get him though. I guess anniversaries aren’t as big of a deal as I was building them up to be because everyone I’ve asked can’t remember what they got their sig. oth. for their first ann.

Does it bug you when people constantly abbreviate things that don’t need to be abbreviated but they do it to be cool or something?

Yeah, me neither.

What does bug me is that sometimes I get the shaft when I go into stores. Well, both John and I get a lot of crap. I think a good majority of the disdain radiates because of our baby faces. Although John is growing something on his face to cover up the baby smoothness.

This photo isn’t even completely current because I did make him cut the hair and trim up the… yeaaah. Well, once his hair got cut, something happened and it was like he magically morphed into Abraham Lincoln to me. Which, I don’t know if anyone here has ever seen Robin Hood: Men in Tights but the other night I was like “Hey, Blinkin” and he was like “Did you just say Abe Lincoln?” Then we tittered. OKAY WE’RE YOUNG. (And pretty damn weird.)

But does that mean you have to belittle me when I come into your store? My crazy baby money is just as good as snooty old jerk money.

There is a yarn shop around here that I pretty much refuse to go into anymore because they’re just complete snobby aholes. Or at least the woman who owns it and was always magically there when I went was mean to me and just an unabashed beeeyotch. Which isn’t to say that the yarn shop I go to now isn’t completely filled to the brim with snobbery- oh, it is. However, I usually get over it because of the amazing selection and fact that they’ll leave you alone and not follow you around like you’re a thief… Hrmph.

Anyways, I started thinking about my ideal yarn shop. Which made me realize that I’ve had this problem before I got into knitting… oh yeah, that’s right- I had this same problem with comic book stores! Now, I don’t pretend to be some sort of comic expert or even comic novice, I just like to read em because I like the art and I like the storytelling sometimes.

So there was this store near where I used to live and they were pretty awesome. They always had recommendations that really hit home and the guy who worked there was bald, which completely fascinates me- oh, and he also happened to know what he was talking about 100% of the time but without being pretentious about it. This guy really hit a home run with me. However, after every recommendation he would look around and say, oh yeah, I guess we don’t have that in right now but I can order it in for you. So two weeks later I get a call and I’m like, wait, what’s in? Whatever sense of being amped up I had was pretty much faded by the time the comic got in.

That made me run to the other store, which usually had everything that I’d ever wanted… and then a totally brain dead zombie running the cash register. It’s a scary thing when you’re contemplating checking somebody for a pulse and then expecting correct change, let alone recommendations.

I needed a middle ground!

That’s how I feel about yarn shops too. There’s a really great yarn shop (heh) and the people are awesome and will give you all kinds of advice on how to save money even. Then there’s the shop that actually has the yarn that I want.

Also, speaking of store snobbery, I got a new computar!

My last trip to the Apple store was pretty disastrous. However this trip was FRIGGIN AWESOME!

Oh yeah and I also got a promotion at work! So things here at Baby Face Central are pretty awesome. Or at least when people at stores aren’t being jerks. C’est la vie and also psycho killer, qu’est que c’est.