But Lancelot mused a little space...

OMFGOMFGOMFG!!!!!!! LOOKIT WHAT I HAVE WON!!!!!!!

LADY OF SHALOTT YARN!!!!!!!! AHMAHGAH!!!!! There was a very real possibilty of hyperventilation when I saw I'd won.

That is my favorite poem of all time and the colors of this yarn are based on the Hunt painting of her which is BEAUTIFUL AND MAGICAL (this is a summa cum laude art history major talking, SO YOU HAVE TO AGREE WITH ME)

 

I seem to have come over all Anne Shirley.

 (that is the face I make when I read Tennyson, too)

SAVE HER, GILBERT!!!!

Oh golly.
I'm so happy.

I would like to thank the Academy...

FAMOUS PATIENCE IS FAMOUS.

Spotlight HNT on e[lust] ftw!!!

So, yeah, I basically feel like I have tricked the entire internet, as I am not in any way special or sexy, I am just a bizarre, terminally bored chick with a webcam and not a lot of shame.

That said, I would like to thank my dad for the Sicilian genes that gave me my fabulous ass, my mom for the nice legs, Tyra Banks for teaching everyone the importance of the booty-tooch, pms-boobs for looking better than usual even though they hurt like a bitch, and my husband for the awesome haircut and for realizing that since he basically met me being naked on the internet that it would be ridiculous to complain about me being naked on the internet now we are married.

In other news, the beard hat I knitted for my brother-in-law is IN ACTION on his ski vacation!


I *so* win knitting.

Day The Thirtieth. Lotsa Stuff.

Yesterday my husband & I went up to that London to see a taping of one of our favorite shows, Harry Hill's TV Burp. We'd been to one before, but at a different studio. This was filmed at BBC Television Centre, where, basically, magic comes from. I have proof.

HOLY FUCKING CRAP IT'S A DALEK!!!!
You have no idea how scared I was in that photo. I ran away squealing as soon as it snapped. They scare me so bad.
And *THAT* is one happy Dr Who fanboy.
But wait.... it gets better.

Yep, that's right. We went in the TARDIS. Jealous? You know you are.

Also we peed in the National Portrait Gallery, which is the best place to pee for free in London, btw. And I got roasted chestnuts from a street vendor outside St. Martin In The Fields, which people have probably been doing in London since time immemorial.


Street urchin. I is one.

It was a wonderful day, but London always takes it out of me, magical though it is. I feel like warmed-over-ass today, physically and mentally.

Hub has the day off today, so we are sitting on the couch watching The Exorcist & I'm gonna carve some punkins later if I can muster the energy.

GUYS GUYS GUYS LOOKIT I WON!!!!!


Srsly, I am so squee-ee over that you have no idea.

Ok, Friday Fill-Ins time.

1. It was a dark and stormy night, typed Snoopy, atop his doghouse.

2. The only hand she had free was the third one sticking out of the side of her head; it looked weak, so I offered to take the books myself.

3. Rushing out, I apologized to the nuns while trying to cover my shame with a party hat.

4. Are you listening to that Shakira song again?...I think I heard a howl!

5. Shhhh... Lando Calrissian! Do you want my husband to catch us?!?

6. Take away these brussels sprouts & give me something good to eat!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to carving my punkins, tomorrow my plans include a trip to the inlaws', blergh...and Sunday, I want to spend all day recovering!