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have set 6 frock coat sleeves, all the right side/way around on the first try. In fact, remarkably little seam ripping was required. The lined coat is now right side out, and as soon as I've top-stitched it, closed the sleeve ends, and done the neck binding, the velvet-bit snowstorm will be curtailed. Well, until tomorrow, when I have to do the buttonholes.

There is nothing like forcibly working on projects with a deadline to make one want to do other things instead. I have a nice long list of other things (mostly doll-related ones) but I am being good and not doing them. Meanwhile the boy thinks I should quick quick take scuba lessons so I can go exploring underwater caves with him in a few weeks. I think that a) he is delusional, and b) while diving sounds interesting, I have too many expensive hobbies already.

We did actually walk to Stacy's last night (where they had a huge fantastic painting looking through a goldfish bowl-- they hang local art things, usually for sale, and I continue to contemplate finding out how one gets on the list for that...) and I was reminded that it is really not the thing to drink vast amounts of milkshake and before having to walk another two and a half miles. But other than that, it was a fairly good idea. There should be more interesting places to walk, so that I do it more often.

apparently mythical creatures are "in" this season?

I'm not quite sure what to think about the Pipos cat mermaid things...

(oh, and I swear I posted it before, but the internet rabbit is called nabaztag, and apparently someone wrote them an opera)

The velveteen is contained, and merely needs a little handsewing to keep it that way once I take the pins out. And then there will be buttonholes with great abandon, but not tonight.

some things are too disturbing to keep to oneself

Um... Um...

So I was closing safari windows I'd left open on my computer, with intent to do that and then go do a little handsewing and go to bed. Only one of the windows left open was the "Sticks and Stones" page (of excerpts from published works) from the Bulwer-Lytton contest pages, and I got caught and started reading through them again. There are far too many, and some of them are gems. And then there was this:

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I have to submit this as the worst metaphor ever for the act of making love. Written by Robert K. Tanenbaum, in one of the Butch Karp novels (i.e., Enemy Within, Act of Revenge):

"And then he was fully socketed to her, like a pipe wrench in a crock of warm chili."

I swear to God I'm not making this up. Robert must be a lonely man.

[Contributor: Jim Hintzen, Phoenix, AZ]

That is significantly more disturbing than the "eels spiting in caves" explanation out of Memoirs of a Geisha...