Well folks, my bloggable knitting has slowed down this week as I work on not-yet-bloggable things, which is good for the creativity but sadly not so much for the blog. However, as I am in Toronto again this week on a kitty-cat stint, I can at least offer pictures of adorable felines.
As you can see, Somerset is extremely concerned about my knitting.When she buries her head in a pillow like that, this really means “use more Malabrigo”. Makes sense to me!
Still, this week has not been without wisdom, no no. Taking time out from my usual are-you-sure-a-30-yr-old-should-be-this-invested-in-teen-media Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs, I have been sucked into the soap opera-esque world of Smallville. To wit, I have concluded the following:
1. I need to start cultivating a super-awesome secret identity. Everyone else appears to have one.
2. In accordance with #1, must also cultivate a practiced ambiguous pensive thousand-yard stare. Those seem to come in handy a lot.
3. Also in accordance with #1, must decide whether I want to be a secret super-hero saving the day, or an intrepid news reporter saving the day. These appear to be the only available options.
4. It would really help me out if I could just start up a relationship with one of the many billionaires in town. Doesn’t seem too hard to do as long as I have shiny lipstick and vaguely helpless tenacity. (Note to self: try to get the billionaire whose secret identity is for good, not the one who is secretly evil).
5. Power plays and blackmail are excellent default positions.
6. My everyday wardrobe is not nearly fashion-plate enough. Wonder if television characters have secret budget-conscious stores they don’t mention.
7. Fainting always means pregnancy. (Duh).
8. It’s a good thing I now own a cell phone because even characters in the DC universe can’t seem to survive without technology nowadays. (Tsk, how did they ever fight crime without it?)
9. My life needs better lighting and a dramatic soundtrack following me around.
10. There appears to be a dire lack of knitwear in Kansas. Don’t Kryptonian farmboys ever get cold at night?
How’s your week going, my dear blog-land friends? Would it be improved by crime-fighting superheroes? I’ll let you know how to make it happen as soon as I figure it out myself.