I have watched so much Charles in Charge in the last 24 hours, I can’t even tell you. It’s streaming on Hulu (web only). When you’re sick and achy and all feverish, you’ll take comfort where you can get it. I will tell you that I’ve formed some pretty strong opinions. I’m not ashamed. I prefer the Pembrokes to the Powells.
Here’s a question: Why is the show so scared of calling Charles what he is? A nanny. His job is referred to as all sorts of things. Mostly live-in babysitter. If calling him a nanny is so scary and emasculating, then why create the show in the first place? Come on, 1984! I demand answers!
Here’s another question: Why is that apartment complex used as the establishing shot in the opening credits? The Pembrokes/Powells live in a house, so why do we have to stare at this apartment building? As a kid it didn’t make sense to me either so I decided that it was really a shot of Charles’ car. He must drive that red car. That’s the only thing that could possibly make sense.
Well, so is Charles, actually (sorry, Chuck). So, maybe they deserve each other.
Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have some TV to watch.
Then I started to feel like I was getting sick. At first I thought it was bad allergies, but then it took a sad turn.
By nightfall I was feeling pretty crummy. I had a rough time sleeping and went a little mental. Sometime during the night I realized I had all the words to the Perfect Strangers theme song memorized. What a revelation. You’re welcome.
This is the pillow cover I crocheted for my mama’s birthday. I was going more for German folk colors, but everyone else says it either looks like Christmas or like some patriotic craft ode. Le sigh.
Anyway, I think I’m going to be crochet ca-crazy for a while. Aww yeah. Now, someone be my yarn sugar daddy and supply me with lots of free yarn and crochet supplies. Thanks a bunch. You’re a real pal. Love ya! Mean it!
I finished my first crochet project!! I ran out of yarn and had to wait for a rescue shipment to complete it, but complete it I did.
You may recall one of my New Year resolutions was to learn how to crochet. A few weeks back Tracy showed me how to crochet granny squares. My first project, to help me get my technique down, is a granny square pillow cover. I chose a Sean kitty color scheme. He had white and orange fur and pink lips, nose, ears, and paw pads. I’ve completed one side:
As you can see, my work is still a little sloppy. I’m working on getting my tension right, with varying results. I figure that’ll work itself out with time and practice.
On a side note, I ordered my yarn from Knit Picks and I am quite pleased. I ordered the acrylic Brava Sport Yarn. It is surprisingly soft. I was not expecting that from an acrylic yarn, but wowzers. Soft city!
I first purchased Doolittle on cassette tape in 1992 or 1993. In college, I purchased it on CD and LP – I can’t remember in which order. All I remember is that my cassette tape started to wear out and I was forced to purchase it on compact disc, so that my tape could get a rest. I first started listening to the Pixies in 1990-ish. I recorded the music video world premier of Head On off of MTV. By the time I purchased Doolittle on tape, it was borderline obsession. Then it became complete obsession.
A couple of weeks ago Doolittle turned twenty-four. One minute I was making out to Wave of Mutilation in the back of my parents mini van and the next I’m an old lady trying to explaining to my disbelieving 18 year old office assistant that I really did type my high school papers on a typewriter. Where did the time go?
Hello and welcome to my personal hell. Two things I love are denied me: werewolves and ice cream. Not only can I not have a werewolf as my best friend (because they don’t exist), but I cannot have ice cream. Why? Because I am part old. I’ve been working on a dairy allergy throughout my adult life. With each passing year, it worsens. I haven’t drunk milk since 2001. It used to be that I could occasionally indulge in cheese or ice cream consumption without too much difficulty, but no longer. Irritating congestion and swollen air passages, you win. Fun bonus: I’m increasingly having the same reaction to soy. Yay! I hate the world.