I agree with Abbie:

what
No i donot want gmail
what is gmail
i cant even pronounce it

I like this passage, because it pretty much sums up the way I feel, although I've never actually thought about it this way:

Friday afternoons generally find me that wrung out too but an evening of hibernating followed by a long night's sleep and a Saturday spent doing frivolous things usually puts me right.

I love my job, and I love the guys I work with, and I certainly don't have a demanding job by any means, most of the time. But I still look forward to my weekends, and I love Friday nights. Friday nights are for Chinese food, television, and knitting, and Saturday is my errand day--I go to the grocery store, the bank, the post office, get lunch out somewhere, and go to the gym. I spend a long time there: I walk a mile or so on the treadmill, do my weight training, then sit in the whirlpool for awhile, then the sauna. On Sundays I usually stay home all day, maybe work in the garden if the weather is nice. I read, I do more knitting, I mess around on the computer.

It recharges me for the next five days at work.

Desert Agave

I guess it's wrong to blog just the punchline, but that's the part that made me laugh:

The sad coda to the whole enterprise was what I found at the bottom of this bag: my copy of Cooking for Dummies, reeking of vinegar and sprinkled with pepper, with its pages frozen together.

[a.a] thank god I'm not a 50's housewife

This post is from a month or so ago, but every time I read it, it makes me tear up, and I don't really know why. I tend to think of that (tearing up) as my barometer for wonderfulness, though, so I wanted to blog it (although it's probably just a barometer for hormone imbalance).

Is it because dreams are so fragile? Because I have unfulfilled ones? I don't know. I really don't.

I have seen my future and it is a little log cabin with comfy chairs and floor to ceiling bookcases. A counter for coffee and baskets of yarn. Knitting and laughing with literate, like-minded Dreamers....
Here's my PROBLEM:
There is a sign over the front door and I can't quite make out what it says.
What shall I call it, dear readers?

lifelong knitter: March 2004

My mom, who's actually got quite a gift for making me feel guilty, said something to me a couple of years back that's stuck with me. I was still getting used to the ups and downs of freelance income, and so was being very careful with money. Thing was, I also really wanted to buy oil paint, which ain't cheap. (I wasn't knitting yet. You think knitting is an expensive pursuit? Try painting, baby.) I called my mom (she's a fantastic artist, by the way) and asked her if I was crazy to be spending money on paints at a time when I really shouldn't have been allowing myself too many extras.

She said, "Oh no! Buy the paint. That's like food!"

Dogs Steal Yarn

As for me, I'm surprised that anyone can eat three meals a day and lose any weight at all. I am amazed at how much time I spend not-eating versus how much time I spend eating. The time I spend not-eating is often spent thinking about what I want to be eating, what I could be eating, what I should be eating, what I'm about to eat, and what I've just eaten.

Mr. Ointy

She blames the decline on the failure of schools to teach the basic rules, and on the explosion of communication technologies that have allowed punctuation ignoramuses everywhere to deluge others with their poorly organized thoughts.

"People who don't know their apostrophe from their elbow are positively invited to disseminate their writings to anyone on the planet stupid enough to double-click and scroll," she writes.

I agree with a lot of what she says--misplaced apostrophes drive me nuts, too, and I'm very picky about commas. But I thought that quote above was a little harsh. It's my opinion that the internet has allowed a lot of people who would otherwise have no outlet to, as she says, "disseminate their writings" to the world, and yes, a lot of it would be better left undisseminated, but a lot of it is very worthwhile.

I'll admit that when I run across a website packed with punctuation errors, I tend not to visit it again, but that's my choice. We can't all have editors. We have to be our own editors, and most people aren't up to the task.

CNN.com - Forces of 'barbaric illiteracy' too strong - Apr 19, 2004