Quote of the Day

Just in case anyone was unclear, there was a quote of the day yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. That's what "Quote of the Day" MEANS. If you've missed some of them, that's your own carelessness. I post them religiously, every day. 'Cause that's what "of the day" means.

From the brand new Narcissus-X: Narcissus-X, the blog devoted entirely to itself, was created at about 7:00 pm, Sunday, July 22, 2007: a time which is significant, because that is when this blog was created.

The author of Narcissus-X has reached the culmination of the blogging about blogging about blogging about blogging spiral, with a blog entirely about the blog itself.

Quote of the Day # 3

You didn't think I'd make it this far, did you? (Yeah, I'm talking to you, mom.)

From Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda: Laying prone on a dentist chair while you stare at the ceiling and poke your rapidly-numbing face isn’t actually all that much fun after the first two minutes, it turns out.

The rest of the story is definitely worth checking out--I was torn among multiple quotes and nearly opted for: Later, I realized it had been, like, FOUR HOURS and my face was still numb. Because I am calm and rational, I began to wonder if maybe I’d had not just a filling, but perhaps a filling and a small stroke.

Quote of the Day # 2

I managed to resist the urge to say, "Hey, I have that extra quote of the day from yesterday, I don't really have to post one today!" It wasn't ethics or discipline or anything; I just didn't want to use up my buffer so quickly.

Anyway, I wouldn't have wanted to miss sharing this with you. Scrambled Toast reacts to being tagged a "Thinking Blogger": Yes, when other boys aspired to be a fireman or The Man from U.N.C.L.E., I dreamed that someday, somehow, I could exert enormous influence on people's thought without troubling myself to know what I was talking about. Over the years, experience has taught me many lessons, many truths. I have tried diligently to remove them from my writing and from my memory.

So the thing is...knitting is ruining the world

A year or so ago, my sister took up knitting in earnest. If you're having visions of those "lovely" afghans grandma used to make everyone for Christmas...add a factor of ten. For a long time, she knitted only prayer shawls. Then she taught my daughter to knit. The two of them set to work knitting hats for homeless infants (I swear), which was nice, and when my sister would babysit for me I'd come home to find them both asleep in my living room, cuddling their knitting needles--which was not so nice.

Time passed. The knitting continued, but the fervor died down. And then I got a Christmas letter from an old friend, and he mentioned that his wife--a government lawyer--was running a yarn co-op. I made a conscious decision not to think through what that might be.

But this morning, the line was crossed. I'm a big fan of humor columnist Barb Cooper. I know, I know--she's awfully positive for a girl like me, but what can I say? She's smart and she's a mom, and she has an incredible way of pointing out the humor, the irony, and even the hope in those little moments we tend to gloss right over in life.

Until today.

This morning, I dropped by the So the Thing Is Blog (which, I might add, I was DELIGHTED to see being regularly updated for the first time in...ever), and...

it was about knitting.

Not the whole blog, of course, but there are. Um. Photographs of yarn.

I blame the Yarn Harlot.