Oh, Zod in Krypton.

Wanted: one gas mask or one cork sized Cat's Butt.

I have no honest idea where Crowley keeps it. He reeks at both ends, but every once in a while, nations fall under onslaught of his gaseous emissions.

Yes, I know. I'm talking about cat farts. Believe me, where this cat is concerned, they're epic.

Sweet Elvis!

This morning, I finished knitting a linen string bag (ie, a glorified fishing net) in the middle of Panera. Don't ask what I was doing awake at seven in the morning, much less in a Panera. Anyway. The bag didn't look all that big; it's only 160 stitches around, which isn't much for lace weight yarn, even if I doubled it and used proportionately ginormous needles (sz. 10.5, aka 6.5mm). So I took my new bag, along with my other two trusty sidekicks, to Whole Foods to pick up some soy-based goodness.

I kid you not, my string bag took about forty pounds of groceries and demanded more. There were no more, at least not in my bank account. I could fit a king-sized comforter in that thing if I wanted to. Its in the washer right now, losing both sizing and attitude, though I wouldn't lay money on the attitude. As much as I'd like another one, I'm a little afraid they would breed and engulf the world in the deceptive depths of a million little string bags.

We'll see what I want to do when I finish the other half-dozen projects I've got on the needles. *shifty look*

*REVS CHAINSAW*

Experimental sex change time. Back for breakfast.

*EXPLETIVE DELETED*

This "editing" thing is going to take a few passes. At a point that should be no more than, say 40 pages in, I'm on 73. Rrr. This is incredibly frustrating, and eventually, I'm going to need some help. There's murdering your darlings, and then there's butchering them and burying their remains in concrete.

I've got a few ideas as to how to kill space, but it'll take a few polishes. This really sucks. Not enough for me to give up, but I'm seriously considering how much fun can be found in cleaning the litterbox.

In better news, cute baby lions are cute, and Crowley is stretched out in a very overcast sunbeam.

I'll be glad when next week gets here. The Import is off on business again Sunday, so I'll have a few days to just work. I love him to death, but our schedules are so different that it's hard to work around them sometimes.

Oh, this Saturday is WorldWide Knit in Public Day. If you're a knitter, crocheter, or other fibre crafter, either find a KiP on the website, or just take your hobby to the mall or park or other public place and work for a while. I'll be representin' at Woodward Park in Tulsa, OK, if anyone wants to turn up. Look for the obscene amounts of sun-protection gear.

JESUS CHRIST, IT'S A LION! GET IN THE CAR!

I just took a break from editing to let my brain turn to mush over lion cubs. A zoo in Norway has set up a live feed of four cubs (little tinies) and their mother. The cubs are still unsteady, and one toppled on his side as he tried to make it to the pile o' sibs. Mama came over, and now it's time for dinner and a nap. They're. So. CUTE. They even knead mama's belly like a house-kitten.

I want to pet them. At the same time, I want to live, so I shall refrain.

Going to get a little more editing in tonight, then crash. At a point where I'm not entirely sure what to cut. I suppose it'll go away when it needs to.

(Oh, it strikes me that my review of The Winter Prince was a bit incoherent. It's an excellent and unusual retelling of the story of Mordred (Medraut in Welsh) and his place in Arthur's court. There's lots of resentment and quiet intelligence and background evil and sibling rivalry, and it's beautifully constructed and told. I'm a sucker for anything Mordred, and this is one of the better takes I've seen.)

Oh, fu....

I've changed the first paragraph to conform with a major change to the tone of the book. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ohhh, this is going to be interesting.

Editing: A Great Deal, Though Not Exactly, Like Performing Open-Abdominal Surgery On Yourself. *flappy hands of horror*

Four thirty, and all's well.

Don't look at me like that. I fell asleep at 7:00. Naps are the great devourers of schedules.

As soon as I figure out what I'm going to do with one particular character, I'm going to set to the first major incisions on THotE. It needs some pretty serious surgery--we're talking multiple organ transplant serious. It would help if the plot bunnies for my Weird UF Idea would stop chewing my brain like fluffy zombies. At least I've got a good idea of what I'll work on next. Should make the English Import happy. He loves UF, though I'm not sure how he'll take to my particular flavour of Adventure and Magic in the Urban Jungle.

Basically, I'm putting off sleep mk. 2 as long as I can right now because as soon as I wake up, I have to murder my darlings. Long, slow, painful murder. Catharsis is healthy, but it's also gutting. (Note to self: must also buy cat food. And coat hangers. And NOT GET CAUGHT UP IN TIDYING THE CLOSET WHEN THERE IS MURDER TO COMMIT.)

There is a cat making pathetic noises at me, so I'm going to go and check the food bowl, then go to bed.

Oh, another book: I've just finished The Winter Prince, by Elizabeth E. Wein. OMG, I want more. I've already got the other two in the series on order from the library. I want to keep Medraut. As a friend, a pet, a roomie, tied to my bed, I just want to keep him. He needs love! Dearly glad I picked that one up. Thank the Aksum Empire that I found Wein.

ARGHARGHARGH!

Aside from the fact that it's 3:00 and I'm still in my pyjamas, I think I've just created another series. *cue groan* It's practically designing itself. I've got enough to write! Why, brain, why? And it's UF. Weird UF, but UF all the same.

Sigh.

You know that rule that says you can't die until your work is finished? Between writing and knitting, I think I've discovered the secret of immortality. If it weren't three in the afternoon, I'd need a drink.

My only political post until November

*HAPPYDANCE*
*HAPPYDANCE*
*HAPPYDANCE*

OMFG YES! Tonight, I don't even care about things like VP candidates or how dead my legs feel after almost three miles on the bike. MAH CANDIDATE, HE IS TEH CANDIDATE. WOOOOOO!!!! OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA!

This has been so much more fun than the 2004 race. Much popcorn was eaten, many nails were bitten, and now the real race heats up.

All right. Now that I've crowed my political leanings to the whole world, I'm gettin' some work done, then goin' to bed.

*GEEKGASM*

Now you too can wear an abacus on your wrist! This is the coolest thing I've seen in ages. I want to make a three-stranded one so I can go into the hundreds. I wonder how much row spacers are going for these days?

Seriously, how cool would it be to have someone say, "Oh, what a pretty bracelet/necklace/whatever!" only for you to use it to calculate the cost of your shopping?

I am such a geek, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.