Beautiful blue afghan

And here’s another afghan. The other was all warm tones, and this one is all cool with pretty blues. I can’t decide which one I like better, personally.

Popcorn with blue afghan
Popcorn with blue afghan

Popcorn and afghan.

Closeup of blue afghan
Closeup of blue afghan

Again, I was seeing if a closeup would show some of the details.

Gorgeous orange afghan

Here’s another project my sister did. This afghan has so many gorgeous textures that a picture can’t even capture them, though I think my closeup shows how vivid it is. With Popcorn the dog helping to show it off, here’s the magnificent orange afghan

Popcorn the dog with orange afghan
Popcorn the dog with orange afghan

There’s popcorn and the afghan.

closeup of the orange afghans border
closeup of the orange afghan's border

There’s a closeup of the afghan. I laid it across my leg, so those are my jeans you can see through the gaps.

Bertram’s sweater

The earlier sweater was one I knitted for a dog. This one is one my sister crocheted for a cat. This is Bertram, modeling his new sweater. Yes, I know that he hardly looks like he needs a sweater, but despite his look of persecution, he seemed to like wearing it.

And yes, he is that fluffy. A bit on the pudgy side, too.

bertram in sweater looking persecuted
Bertram looking persecuted.

bertram in sweater
Bertram looking flufficuted.

You know who Obama’s involved with!

I don’t very often look at my 401(k) online. It’s been a rather depressing muddle for a while, but I decided to look tonight.

It seemed to have gone up more than I expected, so I took a look at my rate of return.

Month Ending Rate of Return (%)

June, 2009 0.44%
May, 2009 4.63%
April, 2009 9.51%
March, 2009 6.29%
February, 2009 -8.38%
January, 2009 -7.16%
December, 2008 3.60%
November, 2008 -5.95%
October, 2008 -15.05%
September, 2008 -7.92%
August, 2008 0.95%

Yeah, nothing too shocking there, until you look at July:

July, 2009 6.66%

6 point 6 6 percent!

My retirement account is possessed by Satan, and I’m fairly certain this is a Demo(n)crat plot to make me have an interest in Old Scratch’s interest.

They thought they could keep this hidden, but the power of the internets compels them out into the light!

The flea, the pest, and the ow ow ow!

We had an attack of fleas in the Carter abode, and I dosed the furry peeps with Capstar tonight. Based on the reactions of the furry peeps, Capstar is LIKE METH! WHEE! WHHHHEEEEEEEE!

I was chatting online during the Indians game when Cuthbert (WHEE I’M ON METH WHEEEEE!) flew out of nowhere and landed on, or rather against, the screen of my laptop, slamming it shut on my fingers.

Whee.

I had eaten cereal for dinner (don’t judge me!) and the bowl was still on the table. It flew, the cat flew, the milk dregs flew, the other cats flew.

My knuckles didn’t fly. They went creak.

Cuthbert’s name is more fitting every day. “Bert” means famous or illustrious, and “Cuth” is what I do when my hands get slammed in a computer.

Okay, Republicans, if you want to be taken seriously…

… you need to stop being such fucking idiots.

People such as scientist Stephen Hawking wouldn’t have a chance in the U.K., where the National Health Service would say the life of this brilliant man, because of his physical handicaps, is essentially worthless.

You mean Stephen Hawking, the GUY WHO IS FROM ENGLAND? That Stephen Hawking?

I’m trying to work up some righteous indignation, but the giggles keep getting in my way.

Here’s someone else talking about this silliness.