Gnomograms Transmissions from the server garden

I’ve been up to my eyeballs in sewing projects lately. They’re all for other people, and I’m to the point where I don’t think I can accept any more work from anyone. I like sewing, but I also like doing other things. Like lying on the couch on my lazy bum watching TV. Sewing is cutting into my LOST time, people.

When I am sewing, though, it helps my motivation to put on some tunes. Here’s my current sewing playlist, for your amusement. Please don’t judge me on the content of my iPod.

Alright – Jamiroquai
Amazon – M.I.A.
Aqueous Transmission – Incubus
Beware of the Boys (Mundian to Bach Ke) - Punjabi MC’s
Beyond the Sea – Bobby Darin
Billie Jean – Michael Jackson
Bittersweet Symphony – The Verve
Bohemian Rapsody – Queen
Boyz – M.I.A.
Break It Down Again – Tears For Fears
Buddy Holly - Weezer
Buena Vista Social Club - Buena Vista Social Club
Candela – Buena Vista Social Club
Cecilia – Simon And Garfunkel
Cocaine Habit – Old Crow Medicine Show
Come Around (feat. Timbaland) – M.I.A.
Comfortably Numb – Scissor Sisters
Cosy in the Rocket – PSAPP
Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangster – Geto Boys
Dashboard – Modest Mouse
Dead Leaves & The Dirty Ground – Chris Thile
Down Under – Men at Work
Ecstasy – Rusted Root
Eple – Royksopp
Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears
Everyone’s At It – Lily Allen
Finished Symphony – Hybrid
Float On – Modest Mouse
F*** You – Lily Allen
Get Right – Jennifer Lopez
Gold Lion – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Golden Years – David Bowie
Gossip Folk – Missy Elliott
Head Over Heels – Tears For Fears
Honey – Erykah Badu
Hotel Song – Regina Spektor
Hung Up – Madonna
I Feel It All – Feist
If I Survive – Hybrid
In The Waiting Line – Zero 7
Jump – Madonna
Just Fine – Mary J Blige
Lebanese Blonde – Thievery Corporation
Like Eating Glass – Bloc Party
Maneater – Nelly Furtado
Nan You’re A Window Shopper – Lily Allen
New Slang – The Shins
Nice Day (Album Version) – Persephone’s Bees
Oh My God – Kaiser Chiefs
Private Idaho – The B-52’s
The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) – Missy Elliott
Ruby – Kaiser Chiefs
Ruby Blue – Roisin Murphy
Sea Legs – The Shins
Shout – Tears For Fears
Starry Eyed Surprise – Paul Oakenfold
Take Your Mama – Scissor Sisters
Too Young – Phoenix
Tribute – Tenacious D
Work It – Missy Elliott
15 Step – Radiohead

It’s a little eclectic, I know, but it keeps me entertained.

It’s snowing here today, and the ratio of people doing work to people not doing work is pretty low. It’s like the snow has frozen everyone’s will to work. I am just hoping we get to leave early so I can go home and play with Zoë in the snow. Anyone got any good snow plans? I just hope it doesn’t freeze too bad and then I get stuck here overnight with these people. Can you imagine how that would be? Like an episode of The Office gone wrong.

Now that I think of it, maybe you should just go ahead and send help.

In big news around here, my car hit 100,000 miles yesterday:

It took 10 years, but I finally made it. She’s a good little car. To quote Star Wars, “She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid.” She could totally make the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs.

Check it out, new quilt in progress:

Liam's Quilt

I’m rolling along quite nicely on it. In the end, it will look like this, except (much) larger and with different colors.

An update on the whole trying-to-get-off-meds thing: I saw a new doctor this week for the next step in getting off mood medication (my old doctor moved to a new, far-away location). She told me flat out (and I quote), “Your problems can’t be fixed with therapy.” She also told me some other unhelpful, tear-inducing things that had me at a loss for words. Singularly the most frustrating, confusing, and unbelievable doctor’s appointment I’ve ever had. Long story short, I won’t be going back to see her. Unless maybe I feel like I need to be told I’m a bad person for wanting to make a change in my life. Because then, sure, I’ll call her right up.

Other things going on in our house: Josh has been brewing beer right and left. We literally have beer sitting around in random places in our house. Like in our bathtub at the moment. Not, like, a bathtub full of beer (you were picturing it, right? Gross), but rather a carboy full of beer, sitting in the bathtub. Covered by a black plastic bag. Which freaks me out every time I groggily get up in the morning and forget it’s there (because from the corner of your eye it looks like a ominous, hulking black form). Apparently Josh puts it in the bathtub because the fermentation process could cause it to explode at any minute, or something like that.

Exploding beer from a bathtub, folks. The line starts right over there.

(Just kidding, I promise his beer has been very good so far. And so far there’s only been one or two minor explosions.)