Gotta dance...

My love for Gene Kelly is well-established (like I said, I have a type, like whoa), and this is a lovely use of Bruno Mars.  (I like that they referenced That's Entertainment! at the end, since this is an obvious homage.)



 



Speaking of Bruno Mars:  If you weren't listening carefully to "Locked Out of Heaven", you'd miss some choice lyrics.  "Your sex takes me to paradise"?!?!?  That is so damn awkward and embarrassing.  I am no prude (though I have taken to changing the station in Rosina's presence when certain things come on--Tone Loc, I'm looking at you!), but if they were going for poetry, they missed the mark.  Surely the word "love" would mean nearly the same thing, and scan better as well.  And damn, I actually liked that song, and now I feel weird about it.



Since I neglected to mention it, a link to my tummy cure.  At least it seems that way.  I have been on some serious antibiotics in the past--Cipro for food poisoning twice, I think, and three weeks of clindamycin this spring--so I was definitely skeptical.  But things are a lot better at present.



Turned in the sample on Monday!  Now I'm nearly finished with some knee-high tube socks for Rosina.  She has been a bit impatient about them... I have one sock finished of a pair for myself, but other than that, I've been thinking about starting some cool fingerless mitts from the yarn I bought in Manhattan.  Also, Rosina says she wants a stuffed alligator, but I don't love the patterns I've seen.  She'd been pushing for a hedgehog earlier in the year, so I may encourage that.  Also, I have seen an amigurumi narwhal.  That will be happening regardless.

A fantastic karaoke choice.

(Post pending for a week due to technical issues.)



I enjoy singing this to Mark, mainly because it is cheesy. Also, he hates REO Speedwagon. This video is classic '80s weird (crazy effects! floating candles!), with the most hilarious punk in the first few seconds. And why does the band look so narcoleptic? Was this filmed at 4 A.M.?

Somewhat related: my current Netflix binge-watch is Murdoch Mysteries, which I recommend to anyone who loves murder mysteries, super Canadian things, historical dramas (especially with a hint of silly steampunk), and sexy grown-up Boy Scouts. (Yes, I have a type:  Superman, though not Christopher Reeve.  Is this a problem?)  This morning "Kiss Me" came on the radio, and it reminded me of those terrible rom-com montage videos--and I realized you could make a hilarious one from this show. Lots of footage of Murdoch on his bike, a shot of the night-vision goggles, Dr. Ogden analyzing a victim's stomach contents, Brackenreid making grumpy faces--and I suppose a little kissing, just in juxtaposition. I may be on to something here...

I promised some crafting content a bit ago, didn't I? I did finally finish this twin-size afghan for Rosina:

(Apparently Blogger sucks too bad to post pictures at the moment.  Here's a link.)


I started this in January 2013, and it is almost entirely made from wool leftovers. We're planning to get Rosina a convertible loft bed in the next few months (she is still in a toddler bed, but is outgrowing it!). I've never been one to have a lot of things on the needles at once, but there were a few days in September when I only had one project going that wasn't spinning! I'm currently working on a sample, but am also working on striped tube socks for Rosina (a break from a pair I'm making for myself).