HaHa

Add this to the list of DH's "done while drunk" stories =P

Randomness and Video

So here's my randomness for the day... One of the reasons I continue to watch Torchwood is interactions like this:

BETH: Will it hurt?
JACK: Yeah.
BETH: Your bedside manner's rubbish.
GWEN: You should see his manners in bed, they're atrocious. Apparently. So I've heard. (Tosh is staring at her.)
IANTO: Oh, they are. I remember this // one...
JACK: (*ahems* loudly)//

And this:

TOSH: Please Tell me you can stop this.
JACK: Going as fast as we can. If we don't, we won't feel a thing. ‘We're all at the centre of the blast radius.’
TOSH: That's comforting.
JACK: ‘Come on,’ have a little faith! With a dashing hero like me on the case, how can we fail?
IANTO: He is dashing, you have to give him that.

And a fine photo of our endearing Captain Jack:


On to the (random) video! I've figured out that my new phone has a camcorder, so here's me playing with it for the first time.
**WARNING: Not safe for work, small pets or children of any species.**



Seriously though... I really just wanted to see how well putting video on my blog worked. Later kiddies!

Tunes provided by: The Wombats - Kill the Director

If I could save time in a bottle...

Then I'd really have something.

The real question here is why am I making a blog entry instead of getting on the five tons of work I need to do?

Right. Guess I'll meander off and find something else to keep me away from my studies. Something a little less obvious. An episode of Torchwood while pretending to read perhaps? Sounds good.

How do you respond?

I don't have any digital copies of my work to show at the moment, but one of my classmates called it "Witkin without the gross-out". What do you say to that? How do I respond to the idea that my work resembles the artistic vision of a man whose main influence comes from seeing a decapitated head when he was a child? Actually, I'm a little intrigued, but still gagging a little.



More of Witkin's images.

Only Living When Dying

Why is it that people only get around to living when they find out they're dying? (Guilty, btw).

Randy Pausch's Last Lecture

Silent Poetry Reading

It's time again for the annual Silent Poetry Reading, where bloggers around the world devote today's post to a poem of their choice. Since I chose a Louisiana poet last year, I'll keep with that this year.

MORNING JOY

Piano buttons, stitched on morning lights.
Jazz wakes with the day,
As I awaken with jazz, love lit the night.
Eyes appear and disappear,
To lead me once more, to a green moon.
Streets paved with opal sadness,
Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,
And jazz.

Bob Kaufman

A little more information on the poet from Poets.org:

Bob Kaufman was born on April 18, 1925, in New Orleans, Louisiana, one of thirteen children. His mother was a black Catholic from Martinique, his father a German Orthodox Jew. As a child, Kaufman took part in both Catholic and Jewish religious services; he was also exposed to the voodoo beliefs of his maternal grandmother. At the age of thirteen, he ran away and joined the Merchant Marine, surviving four shipwrecks and circumnavigating the globe nine times in the next twenty years.

When Kaufman left the Merchant Marine in the early 1940s, he went to New York City to study literature at the New School, where he met William S. Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg. The three went to San Francisco, joining Gregory Corso, Jack Kerouac, and Lawrence Ferlinghetti at the center of the Beat scene.

Promised "Pattern"

Two at once, toe up, Magic Loop

Cast on 12 in a figure 8 cast on, inc every other round to 64 stitches (32 each needle). Once knitting clears base of toes, begin p1,(k6,p2),k6,p1 instep ribbing. Two inches before back of heel, begin Baudelaire Heel (see posts below). Continue instep rib, knitting back of heel in st st until knitting reaches the shoe line, begin knitting rib pattern around til sock is desired length or very little yarn remains. Finish cuff with one inch of 1x1 twisted rib. Bind off with EZ’s sewn bind off.