DRINK!

[thanate]

grauwulf is busy being vilely ill (no, it's not the flu, swine or otherwise) and I am attempting not to be. In the mean time, there has been a great deal of football going on in the living room. On day, I will sort the craft room into usable space and escape, but at present I've been doing a lot of sitting on the couch and reading or knitting while attempting to ignore the television. I'm a little over halfway through knitting a second sock to match one that I made some years ago which actually fits grauwulf (rather than me, for whom it was originally intended); the first sock was knit on size 3 metal DPNs, and I've had to downgrade to my little wood size 0s to match the original gauge. Apparently, my knitting has relaxed a bit...

As to the watching of the football, we are establishing a household drinking game. Not that we've been drinking to it, but points thus far include:

*Every time the commentators quote a completely useless statistic (percentage of players from any particular location, "longest run in team X's playoff history", "first 3-miss game of his career," etc)
*Misused words or phrases
*Extra instant replays (2 or more, possibly with cumulative consequences)
*Stating the obvious (variants on "they're here to play football" or "team X just came out here wanting to win")

grauwulf says he's past his first metaphorical bout of vomiting, so it's probably good that we're just yelling "DRINK!" rather than doing so.

Meanwhile, I am attempting to get the county website to load and tell me whether there is trash pick-up tomorrow. This appears to be a lost cause, but none of the neighbors have put their trash out, either, so I'm thinking we wait until tomorrow. I've also, through the fascinating web that is livejournal networking, just read a rather interesting essay from shweta_narayan on implicit erasure: in 1815; that is, ten or twenty years before any one had learned to read Sanskrit... which includes a bit about the idea of appropriating the supernatural trappings of the narrator's religion across the board. (You may be a [non-Christian religion of choice], but everybody has guardian angels...)

"...fourth rush by a quarterback in San Diego post-season history..." DRINK!

Because my brain works in counter examples, this caused me to look up and order copies of Rosemary Harris's fantastic children's trilogy: The Moon in the Cloud, The Shadow on the Sun, and The Bright and Morning Star. The frame story begins with Noah, of the ark fame, but the action also crosses over to ancient Egypt (initially in search of a second elephant) and while the whole flood thing is very real for Noah, it turns out that it doesn't actually affect Egypt. But despite this, you've got good and sketchy people on both sides, unrelated to what their religion is, and lovely plots complete with grave robbers and elephants and true love and evil advisors and cats.

"They're going to make the Chargers keep playing..." DRINK!

I suspect I shall inflict them on grauwulf once I've finished reading him The Bridge of Birds, which we've been going through at something like a chapter a night or so.