As you all know, The Yarn Harlot has issued a challenge. Not only is she challenging our knitting bravado, she is asking us to put our collective sanity on the line for her amusement (sure, she’ll say it’s so we can feel some sense of accomplishment, but really, she wants to see us squirm). And against every instinct I possess, I have decided to take up this challenge. But I can’t do it alone. Bookish Wendy, Obsession[...]

    cough . . . splutter . . . pblblblblllttttt Phew! I’m just slipping my head out of my work-induced cocoon for a moment to let you all know that I haven’t pupated or anything yet. I’m still here! But before long, I’ll be emerging as a beautiful butterfly. It’s what makes this seclusion worth it. These long hours slaving away in the software mines is going to pay off big when I’ve sprouted wings and can fly away[...]

      I haven’t felt particularly inclined to do an end-of-the-year post, but then, I suddenly was. A little late, but if you know one thing about me, it’s that I work on my own timetable. It’s irritating to everyone else who doesn’t live my own personal time zone, which is everyone. Love me, love my screwed-up internal clock. This year has been a really weird one. Lots of good stuff, plenty of bad stuff, even more boring stuff.[...]

      Well, I’ve done it again! For the second year in a row, I’ve won a coveted spot in the Second Annual JenLa Best of Awards! The ceremony was very touching, especially their warm and sincere invitation to kiss their collective asses if the winners wanted a “twee little button” to display on our blogs. But I didn’t cry. There was something in my eye, it was a cat hair or something. I won for the same thing[...]