The Monkey King and I are going to Orlando next week to visit his family, but I've already kicked off my vacation...Kim Style. To execute, you must:

1) Sleep until 1:00 PM.
2) Lay on the couch the rest of the day.
     2a) Watch I Know Who Killed Me. 
     2b) Eat lots of good chocolate.
3. Take long, hot bubble bath.
4. Sleep again.

This should all take about 12 hours. You may replace I Know Who Killed Me with any number of cracked out movies, but it's a pretty sweet film. Definitely eat the chocolate, though.

Y'all, I am SO looking forward to an entire week where my the only decision I have to make will be, "Thirds? Don't mind if I do, now fill that plate!" I have been so very burnt out lately, mainly because I actually did get called for an actual trial, and I had to sit for hours and hours each day for a week to listen to events leading up to and after a horrifying car accident. And there were pictures of amputation. I was not ready for that. Nor for debating with the other jurors. That part really sucked, not because two people wouldn't agree (it's their right and all), but because they would keep changing the subject when pressed for a reason why. Meanwhile, my ass went numb from too much sitting and they wouldn't let us out for smoke breaks. (The case settled, btw, so a jury ruling wasn't even necessary. Feh. Those two people still sucked.)

Last week I was in the office and it was deadly boring. I mean, I like my downtime, but damn, not 8 hours a day. So yeah, I am ready for this break, and I'm bringing my camera down so I hope to get some nice shots so when I blog again next year (heh, heh), I'll be all prepared!

Happy Holidays everybody, I hope everyone has a very nice and relaxing time and you all get rare and expensive yarn!

I am a bad, bad blogger. I hate apologizing in general for not blogging, but I know it's high time to write something when my sweet friend Bo called to make sure I'm okay. I'm okay! Just dull!

I guess I could blame knitting torpor, since that is going on. With maybe my usual winter ennui. That is definitely happening. As a rule, I don't like to blog unless something exciting is happening with my knitting (with pictures) but blog-morally (I made that up), I reason that I should blog about my life when I hit a knitting slump. What, then, do you do when little in your life seems like it would be interesting to others? Thanks to Bo, I realized that I am kind of a dumbass and I should stop being a dick.

To recap my life lately: I have jury duty right now, and omg, I freaking love it! Except...they won't let me bring my knitting in. Because it would be used for shanking purposes? Seriously, don't they understand that someone would basically have to rape a retarded puppy in front of a room full of pre-schoolers for a knitter to ruin their work with stabbinosity? Must I educate EVERYONE?! Anyway, I wasn't going to argue with the Knitting Police and risk getting tazed over some KnitPicks Options. You gotta draw a line.

Just another one of my magnificent displays of common sense.

Knitting aside, jury duty has been awesome because I haven't even had to serve on a jury. I just have to show up each day for the chance to be picked at random. While waiting to never be picked (I guess I exude all kinds of bias. Inherited from my dad), I've read I am Legend. I really enjoyed it, and now I can't wait for the movie! Then I can be all elite and complain about how it differs from the original, you see. The Harry Potter series has taught me well.

Let's see...oh! I bought a new lens for my sexy camera. The Nikon 18-200mm VR lens. Trust me, it is freaking sweet. As well it should be, because I sold my 10-20mm Sigma lens to go towards the purchase and you guys remember selling your textbooks back? Like, you spent $300.00 on books and got back $40.00? That's kind of what selling lenses is like, only instead of just being bent over, you get no lube and the jerk is videotaping it. Also, the price of the 18-200 is no joke . For what I paid, this lens should apologize in every language (including Esperanto) for every time I miss my shot. Then buy me dinner. And then call the next day. To apologize some more. Please, my friends, do not get a SLR camera. Learn from my mistakes.

And now for those patiently waiting, here is my knitting progress. I was reaching Thermal levels of boredom with this project, but now I've finally finished the sleeves. Woo! I was thinking about doing a Zimmerman hybrid sweater thing with the yoke, but then I bought Vogue's Knit & Purl stitch dictionary and now visions of textured stitches are running through my head.

Oh, and to be filed under, "Awesome shit happens when you get off your ass once in a while," I made a call to my dear friend Michael and that turned into a vacation in Paris next spring! Basically, I brought up him visiting here or me visiting there (see, he is a good friend from Back In The Day Minneapolis), and he was like, "I'm going to Paris ," and I was immediately all, "With me, obviously." And he was like, "Sure, why not." That's right, I crashed his vacation. You're allowed to do that with friends for life. Besides, I can't let Christie have all the fun.

And we made chestnuts today. No open fire, but they were still good. These chestnuts are all like, "The power of Christ compels you! To eat us!"

Oh, I made a post about wine a while ago, and now I actually have a recommendation to make: Verdejo. I am a self-classified red wine drinker, excluding Revolution 9 and champagne, but if you are looking for something outside the range of pinot noir and sauvignon, I seriously recommend (and I never recommend, much less seriously) any kind of verdejo wine.  Trust me.