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  1. Yep. Fucked.

    That seven seconds caused me to catch a train about seven minutes later, which caused me to miss the 6:19 by about three minutes. I half-jogged from Penn Station, but it wasn’t enough.

    So now I get to waste an extra 40 minutes here before another two-hour train ride.

    This isn’t a pleasure trip; there is no fun. There was a small chance I’d have had just enough energy after a long day of travel to make it to New Haven for pizza to make something not complete shit, but now I’ll be too late.

    My only solace is in believing that dick who dawdled on the stairs setting this whole delay off is a tourist and will end up mugged and dying in a pool of his own fucking blood.

    I know I’m *often* cheery and light around here and I certainly do love all you people I love, but my regard for most of humanity is…well, I would happily ask for second fucking servings of Soylent Green.

  2. Hard to estimate, but I think that seven second delay is going to cost me an hour sitting in Grand Central

    Piece. Of. Shit.

  3. I need a good reason not to snap this fucker’s neck and throw him on the tracks

    Ambling down the stairs when the train to NYC is clearly in the station. Couldn’t get around him. Missed the doors by seven seconds.

  4. I noticed this morning that there’s a darker blue stripe across the upper chest and raglan sleeves; I guess one of those skeins was a bit darker than its sisters. Noticeable enough that it shows in the picture I posted last night.

    Let’s call it a design feature, eh?

  5. I feel like either Mandy Patinkin should be singing to me or Eva Peron should be using me for sex.

"Another suitcase in another hall…" (at William P. Hobby Airport)

    I feel like either Mandy Patinkin should be singing to me or Eva Peron should be using me for sex.

    "Another suitcase in another hall…" (at William P. Hobby Airport)

  6. Yeah. Whatever. (at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport - Terminal 4)

    Yeah. Whatever. (at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport - Terminal 4)

  7. Ugh. (at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport - Terminal 4)

    Ugh. (at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport - Terminal 4)

  8. Tell that to Captain Kirk.

    Tell that to Captain Kirk.

  9. I was asked…

    If I added up the materials cost and my hours, even at a rate vastly reduced from the one in my chosen profession… hell, even at waiter wages… The sweaters would be far too expensive for anyone to buy.

    I’m pretty sure a hat would be too pricey, and it’s not like I’m a beginner, super-slow knitter.

    But I will happily knit for my friends for free. (Even if some of their projects might sit on the queue a very long time.)

  10. And finally… blocking. Though to be honest, it’s such a stretchy, slouchy thing, I’ve zero pins in.

#knitting

    And finally… blocking. Though to be honest, it’s such a stretchy, slouchy thing, I’ve zero pins in.

    #knitting