Work again, work again, jiggety-jig...

...It's not so bad coming back to work after a 4-day weekend...though I'm sure I'll whine terribly after I've had a few days of working:)

Otherwise, things have been both busy and relaxed in turns. I went to Goth Prom, and had a marvelous time jumping up and down in black chiffon. I hung out at Knitting Night and sold some of my homespun yarn to my friend Giselle. (She can spin too, so it's particularly flattering that she likes my yarn:) I watched movies and slept and goofed and painted and soaked...all the stuff I love best. Slack is good, no?

But slack's on hold for a few hours since I gots the workies ahead of me today...*clips on tie*

I was going to write this big long rant about Our President...

...Really I was, with a big provacative title and a list of grieviances a mile long. It would have been cathartic and a great relief to get off my chest, even though the NSA would have been all over it like wasps on a jelly doughnut. (Oh yeah, like they aren't already probably listening to my phonecalls, which mostly involve ordering sheep wool in some form or another. I hope I bore the socks off them.)

But I just realized I can distill the whole thing down to something really simple and short:


Dear Sir;

You are a big stupid selfish arrogant bullying dickweed, and so are all of your stupid political and corporate friends. I hope we impeach the crap out of all of you ASAP, so we can at least think about trying to dig ourselves out of the giant hole you dropped us all into before the planet melts and we all start having radioactive kids, whether we want 'em or not.

Most sincerely, Ms Maus, who intends to talk at length to complete strangers about string over the phone until my phone lines are safe again and you're all in jail...



/ranting