Feelings

So I’m tooling around my new flickr homepage (if you haven’t already, enable it!) and I get totally crazed the second I realize that I can view my photostreams STATS.

STATS! people. One of the STATS that they have is how people get to your photos in the first place. A majority of my views come from flickr itself, which is pretty obvious and makes sense. However a couple of views came from a totally wacked out website:

We Feel Fine.

You need to check this out. (If you haven’t already because I’m usually pretty slow on these trendy things.) So I searched through my photos to see how many times I had the word ‘feel’ or ‘feeling’ in a description.

This one is because that sidewalk feels weird.

In this one I felt like a doll.

However, when I went to the We Feel Fine website it really kind of terrified me because it reminded me of the movie Suicide Club. Has anyone seen that movie??! Because as I was staring at the dots swarming around I thought: I know what the dots really mean.

Besides that this was kind of fun. What’s another good word to search for in a flickr photostream? Have? Want? Need? Don’t you think this could be kind of a cool completely time absorbing sort of game? Oh internet, how did I waste my life away before you?

Oh yeah, that’s right, TV.

Total ‘Enh’ihiliation

You ever get the feeling that you fail at life a little? A lot? I keep thinking, I should post to my blog… but I have no good news to post. I just have sort of “enh” news to post, which usually doesn’t bother me but it’s just one more thing. Damn, I am a total downer, let’s just skip to some pictures.

This is my Seascape Stole, or what I’m supposed to be finishing up for the Ravelympics. Only I got tripped coming out the gate. Everything was fine, I put in that lifeline that you see, then the actual pattern started and I tried to do something complex with stitch markers and next thing you know ::riiiiiiiip::. At least I had that first lifeline. But still, I couldn’t even look at this thing without making a dirty face at it, so I lost a lot of time.

Then I realized, I’m only a knitting superstar in my head! I don’t actually have deadlines so what the hell am I fretting over? To celebrate this self realization, I told John he should buy that TV that he wanted.

And he did!

You know, at one point… I’m going to say it was last year, we were responsible people who believed in things like “saving your money” and being “adults”. But this year we are totally like pfffffft, forget that noise and we’re being good consumers.

Speaking of which, those buttons in the first photo were from Craftin Outlaws:

Which I went to with Dana, my friend who was visiting from New Mexico. She was a bridesmaid in another friend’s wedding this past weekend. (We went to Craftin Outlaws after, where Dana got compliments on her dress- which she totally made herself!)

This is us ladies at Emma’s wedding (she’s the one in the white dress *ba dum tsh*). Congratulations Emma and Jimmy! w00t!

Yep, that’s about all… I was going to post and tell you guys to vote for me in that contest buuuuut, I didn’t make it into the semifinals. Hell, I didn’t even get an honorable mention and there were about a million of those. So I guess the moral of that story is: I fail. Also, the other moral is: stop trying.

Ha! Roidmato laughs at your misfortune.

Something fishy…

My week so far seems to have a theme… kind of like an episode of Hogan Knows Best. I would draw this whole post out and do a sort of Blue’s Clues “can you figure out what I want you to do by searching for paw prints” post. However I feel like you might reach through the internet and punch me. So. Take that forth wall.

First there was this.

Then there was this. Which is supposed to be a worshrag but John is using it as a mouse cover. (Is there irony there? Alanis Morrisette still has me all screwed up on that.)

Cath was nice enough to give me a refresher on crochet, which led to these babies:

Pattern: Crocheted Jellyfish

Yarn: I love you Caron Simply Soft Brites! especially since you have an exclamation in your name.

Maybe there’s other stuff… but I’m afraid my addiction to googly eyes has left me plum tuckered out.