Number one! Yessss!
Guess I'll read the post now.

You rock! Even when grumpy! :)

Third??

oh, this is a fun game, and i do like ya lots crazy aunt purl, so i'm de-lurking to chat with ya... my question is this:

is it ever okay for a guy to tell you that he can't date you because "you remind him to much of his ex-wife" and then to offer no additional explanation as to why that is? and then for any or all of your friends to wonder why you've been obsessing over this statement for damn near a week? seriously - who says these things?

thanks in advance for your lovely advice - love ya!

You do sound a little grumpy. I recommend a Chunky KitKat.

what is your job, btw?

A chunky kit kat? Is there such a thing? Must find one!!

Thanks for the wisdom Aunt Purl!

Kit Kat makes me chunky. But does get rid of the grumpies.

When can we expect kitty pictures! Haven't see all four in awhile, Miss Grumpy.

Honey, the grumpy shall run the world one day.

Btw, I e-mail boy updates on my mood for his own best interest. It's kept him alive this long. *L*

Oh, and a question... How is it August already? Where did the summer go? o.0

smokey joe, I'm the art director for a financial institution.

Ooh, yeah, kitty pics! I love me that Bob.

I would be pleased to edit your book. I speak as a professional editor who can actually tell the difference between How Laurie Talks and You Really Need This Hyphen. Really.

Do you find knitting in LA impracticle? I live in New England (Boston-adjacent) so there is a never a lack of knitted things for me to produce. If I lived somewhere it rarely got below 70 degrees, I can't imagine I'd be inspired to knit thick hats and scarves and such...what do you do with all the knitted stuff? Send it to friends in colder regions? Or do you just knit for the process, rather than the product?

Laurie, sounds like you have been having a rough time of it lately. Try and take the time out for your knitting frieds. It may help. The internet loves you Laurie!

Do you use colored staples when you attack? Or are they just standard-office-issue kind. Because I like the brightly colored ones you buy at Target - they sustain the hope that even the most mundane can be FUN! (And have you considered the staple remover tool as a weapon? A former co-worker & I determined that sucker could take someone's nose RIGHT OFF. Painfully, too!)

No editor. period. make it a C.A.P. "uncensored" publication - with all the grammtical whimsy you can muster. If anyone complains make them leave their email address and send it to the spammers.

and the Voila! driving in l.a.? priceless.

YOu may have a case of the mean reds. Sorry, just finished watching Breakfast at Tiffany's. Don't watch it, that woman was so infinitely delicate and beautiful it was putrid.
Take care. Maybe a Richards Simmons workout video from the eighties (I know that sometimes you have an eighties theme going)
Shit, I dunno. Is one in the morning here.

Mia

How do you come up with the Hor-o-scopes? And how come they are always so right??? Ever think of opening one of those 1-900 numbers for people to call and get advice? You could call it Crazy Aunt Purls of wisdom!!

We're sorry for all the annoying questions . . . can we send Kit Kats to make it all better? And cat treats? And Patons UpCountry? Tell me, do you like medium grey-blue? As long as you write us a nice book eventually. . . ;)

Helen

me? I need an editor!!
three periods in a row (.period.)
and grammatical has issues.
HA!

Ahh, it's the heat. It makes everyone grumpy! Once the weather breaks, (hope it is soon!) You'll feel 100% better! Promise!

Kitty kisses to the clan!

Can you recommend a good red wine? Not too dry.

I think grumpy has gotten a bad name. nothing wrong with a little grumpy, or even a bit of crabby :)
why would you want to be edited? we are able to read you just fine. and I second the staple-remover-as-a-weapon thread -definitely. I like to just hold it in my hands and snap it at people. yes, I am crazy too.

If you need help holding someone down while you staple them, let me know! grrrr

What about blogstalking? Can I blogstalk you? Ooops, too late.......

Do you know how to use a staple gun? Way, way faster than a little handheld stapler.
Of course if you really want to get your crazy on, you could check out the 100 PSI air nailer.
If you pull the trigger lock back with a bent nail, you can fire a nail across a room hard enough to break a clock.
Of course, you might want to wait until your foreman/boss is out of the room, so you can claim that a stray woodpecker did it.
It's kind of fun to imagine all those pesky spammers with an ass full of 2 1/2 nails too.

No question for ya, just want to say that I don't know what I look forward to more each day. Reading your Blog or reading all of your readers comments! You have some seriously wonderful fans! Thanks for bringing them all together.

It must be a Cancer thing, I've been unnaturally attached to my stapler lately too. God help the next idiot thru the door, I'm in a throwing mood!!

How/when did The Soba achieve levitation? And will she be publishing her antigravitational discovery?

Is that your boss in the Class Action Lawsuit blogad in the sidebar?

babyjesus you are funny missy. my car broke this morning and i am "working from home" and am free to laugh out freakin' loud. Which, just so you know, I did...

xo

Where do babies come from?

I, a professional editor in the creative dept. of a company in a boring industry, a native small-town Texan in her mid (OK late) 30s whose VOICE even freaking sounds like yours according to YouTube (dear lord, for both of us), whose paltry three or four comments to date belie her 10 months of lurkhood and admiration..... hereby volunteer to take up your gauntlet! It'd be a hoot 'n a half. :)

Dorothy - I too have used a staple gun (way too much fun!) and my dad has a nail gun he brings over periodically for quick fixes. I would SO LOVE to have one of those hooked up in my car so I could "nail" dumbasses that managed to get a license.

Laurie - I spend the entire summer season is a state of High Piss Off. I was born in the summer and I hate every damned hot moment of it. I am one major crab ass of a Leo. But while my friends find my grumpiness hilarious, strangers just find me plain scary.

Any hoo. I find snuggling up in a 65 degree home with 3 cats, an tall glass of some icy beverage, huge ice-cream sandwiches, and plenty of books a suitable remedy.

If cannibals ate a clown would he taste funny?

oh girl.. it must be catchy, cuz I have a first class case of the grouchies. Although I think I am heading into Pardon My Sour-mood.. which on top of this UNRELENTLESS HOT is not helping at all. Oh, and my mom is visiting. So, how about if you tell Drew that he can sleep on the couch, and I'll come crash in the guest bed a few days. I can crochet just as well as I can knit so I'll be good company. I'll even fight off the gardner.

I hope the hillbilly-mobile pic didn't cause you any troubles. Thought you might get a chuckle out of it.

:-\

Drew, you will be REWARDED for your behavior when you arrive. Hey, by the way, you like polyester sheets, right?

...World Domination Plan Using Weapons Of Mass Stapling...

Okay, now I'm picturing Soba in the cockpit and Laurie in the ball turret with the staple gun, laying waste to the cars stopped on the 101.

Is that a promise or a threat?

I've got a question - thus far have you succeeded in quitting smoking or have you gone back to smoking cigarettes?

Alright, you sassy thing... you've given us fried green tomatoes and fried okra (so beautiful, it made me all misty-eyed... seriously...) and I, of course, ran out and fried me a batch of both up last weekend. Divine.

Now, what about fried chicken? Recipe? Tips? Fried chicken porn? Because it's been forever and exactly one day since I've had homemade fried chicken. [Actually, it's been 14 yrs as it was my great grandmother who fried some seriously wonderful fried chicken for a family reunion. Sadly, the next year she passed away.]

When you go to Michigan? Go to Traverse City. It's beautiful, it's surrounded by water, it's breezy so you think it's cool even when it's 90 degrees, shopping galore, good restaurants, and an adorable wonderful yarn shop called "Baa Baa Black Sheep." Also a very expensive and hifalutin yarn shop called "Lost Arts." I prefer Baa Baa myself, because I can actually afford to shop there, but must admit Lost Arts is gorgeous. I lived in Michigan for several years, and it's a beautiful and friendly state, with many beautiful and friendly places to visit, but Traverse City is my most favorite Michigan destination. Make sure to shop at "The Cherry Stop."

Thus endeth my endorsement of Traverse City. :)

Rock on, Laurie!

I'm jealous.

The spam in MY email box only promises to make my penis larger or has only jibberish like the cat stepped on the keyboard.

Oh! And paypal spammers sneakily trying to pry my paypal password from me by making me think my account is in jeopardy. HA! I'm on to you, evil people!

Laurie, you are too much fun. My spammers love to improve my sex life and tell me that I'm a winner.

I always laugh when I get spam to enlarge my breasts AND penis all in the same day, of course 10,000 of those would not be funny!
Thanks for the update and keep writing even if it's only occasionaly.

I've got a question for ya, Laurie! I believe you're a graphic designer? I am too, and my question is, do you draw or paint? I drew and painted a lot when I was at college (well, that was years and years ago) but now that I'm "forced" to be creative all day long, and now that I have a committee of people ready and willing to critique everything I produce, I have found that my artistic impulse is very low. Actually did a painting for my kitchen which I was very happy with and it felt great, but it took me a while to complete it. Anyways, I'm always interested in the artistic habits of other people in design.

As someone who has been stapled I would avoid it and anyone who warns of such violence.

However, since I am 3000 miles away from you right now Laurie I have but one question:

Are you going to write a book?

Disclaimer: I am not responsible for anyone at White Guys in Ties getting stapled in response to my post. That includes coworkers, cleaning staff, and fellow commuters.

Love you, Laurie!!! XO

I too have been rather grumpy lately. And I’ve been thinking about my stapler as a potential weapon. But I've given up on trying to staple people - I've decided I'm just going to start throwing the stapler at them. I sit right outside a huge conference room and people are always asking to borrow my stapler, phone, pens, etc. I got tired of pointing to the supply center 10 feet away and finally declared that the next person who asks to borrow something will get a heavy metal stapler thrown at them. My coworker asked "What if it's Mr. Right who needs a stapler?" (She thinks I need to get married ASAP.) I just glared at her and replied "If he's bugging me to borrow my stapler he's not Mr. Right!" obviously.

I think this is the first time I’ve commented – I love your blog! And your cats! :)

What are you doing at work that is requiring all the extra hours?

(Please tell me you at least got free A/C working on Sunday.)

And why would you live in LA and buy a car with NO AIR CONDITIONING??

I always thought your "crazy" was a state of mind on your part -- but a car with no A/C in LA is JUST PLAIN CRAZY

another question -

what kind of software are you using in your artistic endeavors? i do tech support and am always looking for reviews.

assuming you use sw, of course.

are we there yet?

I havent been paying attention so maybe you're already doing this... See if there's a nearby compound pharmancy that can put Roy's medicine into gel form. You then put a corn kernel size dab of it on your gloved finger and rub it on the inside of the cat's ear. It's very quick and painless for the cat. Annoying, but painless. We do this twice a day for our sickly cat and it's sooo much easier than pilling a cat twice a day.

I guess if you won't be pen-pals then meeting for lunch is out of the question....ah, well. Maybe one day. Just to clarify, I'm straight, dearly not queerly, and a leo. Sakes alive, as of Saturday, I'm thirty-five! Your blog & writing are awesome.

I've been rather grumpy lately too. Maybe it's the heat. I've wanted to slam my door in my co-workers' faces all day long. But I sit in a cubicle and have no door. Maybe I'll just poke them in the eye with a highlighter or something. Last night I chose to run into and knock over displays with my cart in my local Target. I'm blaming my lack of cart control on the heat and stress I've been under at work.

Hang in there Laurie.

Laurie, I just spent 3 hours holding the cable guy hostage till he got my freaking internet connection fixed so I am all out of clever questions. However, my 6 year old daughter has a one for you. She already tried it on me and I told her to call her dad, he apparently wasn't much help either so perhaps you'd like to give it a go? . . . "What's sex?"

Yeah... I said she is 6.

Lord, help us all.

Hey Laurie, have you heard of/tasted/fried breaded pickles? My friend had a helping of breaded pickles last year at a "southern bistro" (oh, how we love to jazz things up here in the cool, rainy Pacific NW) and has been drooling for them ever since. Can you help, you deep fryin' goddess you?

I think it may be time for an official CAP fan club. We could have t-shirts, stickers, mix tapes of CAP's favorite tunes, and conventions where we all get together and get our crazy on together about how much we adore dear CAP. And then she could come onstage (heavily guarded by hot dudes in hotpants with guns and maybe back-up cop uniforms held together with Velcro) and give a brief speech during which we'd all pass out of ecstasy, etc.

Hmm. Geting an idea here. CAP, you would make a fantastic comic book heroine . . . time to consult the Geek (a.k.a. comic-collecting hubbo). . .

Are you secretly having an affair with Francisco? You are aren't you. Tell the truth. We don't judge. Much.

"And then she could come onstage (heavily guarded by hot dudes in hotpants with guns and maybe back-up cop uniforms held together with Velcro)"

Those guys should be armed with large umbrellas. For some reason, I'm also picturing an elaborate Silver Screen style dance number...

I would love to edit any book you write, so here goes my hand up, waving frantically, and I'm yelling, "Me, Me, pick ME!" You are SO funny.

Forget the Kit Kat. Last night my buddy Grasshopper gave me some Cherry Cordial Hershey's Kisses. Divine!

you need an editor with a subtle touch. One who can appreciate a ground breaking Faulkner-esque knitting/life tome. Think about it.

From yesterday: ('cause I feel your work pain and am behind in my CAP fix) "I am going to sue the Astrology. And then I will cry." This is my new motto.

I was a book editor in a previous life, though now I do all my editing on the web. I am not applying to edit your book, just writing to say that I’m an editor who loves your writing! (I’ve been lurking for quite some time now.) I recently finished writing a glowing post about your blog that begins by stating that you need a book deal. Perhaps I should modify it to say you don’t want a book deal?! It won’t be posted for a few weeks (I have “co-bloggers” and there’s a schedule and all). Anyway, I love reading you even when you’re grumpy.

Now you've gone and said you're going to write a book, and you're so snakes on a plane with all these editors wanting to make you famous, there's no wriggling out of this one. . .

Have you seen my stapler?

Uh, HI?! Monkeys *DO* rule the world. DUH.

My question is: When will the travel site be up?

I highly recommend Gmail. I've had it for over two years now, and it's really great. Good luck with eventually finding the evil spammers--I'll vote with you for jailtime for these criminals--

and no, I was not putting my name in the hat to be an editor. I just know quite a few. Lots of writing MFAs in my life, maybe too many.

Ya'll are funny. What ON EARTH would this alleged book be about? You at least have to tell me what you want to read.

Oh good grief it is already after 1 p.m.! I need lunch!

p.s. Thank you for all the awesome questions! except drew! who will be sleeping on the back porch when he comes to town next week!

The book can be about ANYTHING. You got me hooked when I read about the burning bus (oh, I also knit). Think Seinfeld.

Carmen in NC

I was just gonna say Seinfeld, Carmen! It doesn't have to be ABOUT anything! Casual observations and experiences are fine. :)

Gmail is great. It catches all the spam and put it in one box where you can spray them all with roach spray and watch them die--opps sorry--I mean deleate them all at once.

Gmail is great. It catches all the spam and put it in one box where you can spray them all with roach spray and watch them die--opps sorry--I mean deleate them all at once.

I like the cleverly captioned cat photos. How about a book full of those? Hee!

Laurie, all you need to do is put your journal entries in order, and publish pretty much as is. It can be like Bridget Jones's diary, only it'll be Crazy Aunt Purl's Diary instead. With a snazzier title--I forget the one that was bouncing around for a while? Crazy Aunt Purl Knits With Cat Hair Post-Divorce and Everyone Loves Her Anyway? Something like that.

And I believe Drew will be sleeping on the back porch in the 115 degree hear on Polyester Sheets. Right?

Helen

I meant heat. Not hear. Or here. Doh!

Oh, and Drew gets a cat for a pillow. Sobakawa.

What's your favorite food?

If a chicken and a half can lay an egg and a half in a day in a half; how long will it take a caterpillar with a wooden leg to kick the seeds out of a dill pickle?

(I think people would read a book of traffic reports if you wrote it).

Oh, CAP, how you make my afternoons in between data entry. I have no question besides how many forks can I stick into my eyeballs before I'm done with this data entry. Snooze.

You could publish a grocery list and we would all be in line for the signing Laurie!
My question is: what do you love to write about?
(as obviously we love to read it all)
- I vote for a knitting/wine/cat/miscellaneous book.... maybe if you add Francisco to the dedication he will stop tormenting your landscaping.

Hey, square watermelons are all over...and now I always think about you/this blog and chuckle...try explaining that story to one's dh...they just dont' get it...

www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=398894&in_page_id=1770

best wishes. my lovely LA friend sent me an entire email devoted to the traffic situation yesterday.

The heat on the east coast as well is enough to make anyone cranky. Well, that and the fact that I shut one of my six cats in my bedroom this morning (accidently). Six hours later, when we found him, he had, of course, shit on the floor. Not his fault, but still...ewww! Litter boxes are bad enough!

I have a question...what happened to your po box? I've had this f'n Christmas ornament for you for eight months now! Snakes on a plane, girl! One day I'd like to get it out of my possession!

I recommend growling softly whenever anyone comes within two feet of you. Works a treat!

I also am too grumpy to ask questions, but I wanted to throw in my request for a book. PLEASE! We don't care about periods, commas, or any of that unneccessary crap.

A ha! Perfect. Stapling the hand of anyone that comes near me. If I can muster the energy, that's exactly what I feel like doing. (I'm Grumpy & Sleepy and probably a couple other of the dwarves).

i'm grumpy too, all of the sudden. what gives?

oh yeah, maybe it was that earthquake last night...

Dumb question - what's a kitty pi?

I got one! I hope nobody else has asked, 'cause I didn't read all the comments...I know you have the knitting receipes up, but since the okra post (lurve fried okra), I've been wondering if you'd make a sidebar space for food patterns?

Laurie,
I just found this website on a Mental Floss magazine newsletter. It's called NextBus and you can find out up to the minute info on where your commuter bus is. It uses GPS to predict how long it'll take to get to specific stops.

Web address: http://www.nextbus.com/

Let me know if it's for real! I hope it helps you!

Liz R

When you write your book, Drew has to do all the sidebars. I enjoy your witty back-and-forth repartee almost as much as the original posts.

I came for the posts, I stayed for the comments!

(And, I'm hoping you'll answer his question about babies. I've been wondering about that myself.)

Yes! A recipe link! I keep meaning to hunt down the fried things recipes. You should know that I was inspired to fry up some zucchini by a combination of your blog & the knittyboard (www.knitty.com's "coffeeshop) recently. Yummm!

Helen

Laurie- if you go apeshit on someone with your stapler, will you post pictures? Sorry, just kidding (kinda). You could write anything and I would love it.

Sobakowa adventures!
Bitter Love Stories (can't wait to hear more behind the "Eh" response)
True Tales of Southern hospitality/hostility!

P.S. My blog sucks now because I read yours.

Grumpy has always been my favorite dwarf (little person? vertically challenged individual?). We all deserve the right to be disgruntled every now and then. I, in fact, just called dh to say "What are you bringing home for dinner,
'cause I'm not freakin cooking."

Well, we can always use the search function to look for the fried stuff recipes. And a kitty pi is basically a ginormous upside-down hat that is felted and blocked into submission into a large-bottomed ahem! I mean large-based, short tube for kitty napping happiness.
I too would adore to send some goodies to a PO box for you; but we frightened you with our loudly-acclaimed admiration, didn't we? Maybe a manicure/pedicure with a a foot massage would ease the grumpiness. Gotta keep those new nails up to par. I went off this AM on one of the kids at work (obstructive little creep). Not too cool on my part. Sigh.

Wendy's World-Famous kitty pi:

http://wendyknits.net/knit/kittybed.htm

I have a question.

Your an artist, why don't you show any of your art? ( other than your whitty words, thats art )

l8r

Yeah, we're going to need a Crazy Aunt Purl tutorial on stapling massacres too. Right after provisional cast on. Will also accept guidance on staple art.

The real question is not where babies come from but where do babies go...if Laurie could begin stapling babies together, maybe we could figure it out before it's too late. I am thinking they turn into old ladies and old men...not a pleasant thought, but better than them turning into old ladies and old men who turn into corpses who turn into...well, it's time to sing cumbaya around the funeral pyre again...

What, I gave you a title, now you want an outline too? OK, here goes:

Chapter 1: A Life of Noisy Hope
In which we meet you, your cats, the Weird Elevator Lady, and assorted SnBers. Knitting project: the Magical Expanding Scarf.

Chapter 2: Slouching Toward the 105
In which you are on your way to work along with 29 gazillion other people, and something is on fire. Those of us who a) don't live in the Valley b) are spatially impaired try to figure out what in the hell you are talking about. We consult Mapquest, to no avail. Knitting project: the Bus Hat.

Chapter 3: Nothing More Than Felines
In which you take up heroin, or perhaps archery. Knitting project: Kitty Pi.

Chapter 4: Take My Date, Please
In which even those of us who pretend to mind our own business find out less than we want to know about your love life. (No, I still do not want to know who Denise and Richie are, if they really exist. But your love life? C'mon, spill it.) Knitting project: Brangelina hat.

Chapter 5: I Am Francisco
In which you grow lovely fried square watermelon. Knitting project: mosquito netting.

Chapter 6: October Surprise (Glug)
In which it's raining in the Valley. Surprise! It only does it every year, but traffic is tied up anyway. Knitting project: socks. (You do too knit socks. You will be assockimated.)

Chapter 7: Red, Red Wine
In which it is very late at night. Knitting project: um, I forget.

And so on. I'm not making this up, you know.

The book should be about life in L.A. and how you have been dealing with Mr. X, the divorce and all the rest of it! You write BEAUTIFULLY (and I write for a living) - any editor would be thrilled to edit your book. Seriously. There are far too many wannabe authors who not only have nothing to say, but say it badly and then don't shut up.

Bravo for you for not talking to Mr. X for more than a year. The last time I spoke with the Idiot Who Divorced Me was right before our divorce hearing. I never saw him again, even though we lived in the same very small town for another year and a half before I moved to LA. No point, really.

(Well, it's entertaining for US to read the idiotic things that come out of his mouth, but really, you have suffered enough. "Get his creativity back," indeed!)

I wish you had been writing your blog when I was going through MY divorce. I was so unbelieveably miserable and thoroughly convinced that there was something seriously wrong with me for not being able to "get over it" more quickly. Your blog convinces me that no, this is just how intelligent people with big hearts feel when someone rips said heart out of chest and does a dance on it wearing cleats.

You have no idea how much good you do! So grump away. We're listening!

Damnit! I was going to ask "are we there yet?"
But k8 beat me to it!

Ah ha!

What is the meaning of life?

Well, darn it, I had a question but it was taken but since I don't mind copying other people's homework, I'll repeat it - where do the horoscopes come from? Are you an astrologer?

And, oh, by the way? Stapling someone? The phrase has been used again and again today. Because I'm grumpy, I've threatened to do the stapling and because I have to go to a hellish meeting tomorrow with a director that doesn't like me, I've also let people know that she will try to staple my hand to the table.

That's so SNAKES ON A PLANE!

Love your blog...thanks so much. Laughter out loud at work is fantastic!

I wanted to send you a photo of myself, but I wanted to first use Photoshop to airbrush some blemishes. As a graphic designer, would you be able to notice the changes?

do you hate when someone makes the first comment by exclaiming "FIRST! WOO!" and then even admits they didn't even read the entry? i know i hate that.

you crack me up.

dang it, i was going to say something intelligent, but then read the first comment and it pissed me off.

*thinks*
oh! gmail is the best thing on the world. i heart it. it will soothe all your email pains. i have had one FOREVER and get only like maybe 1 spammy a day. it IS usually about viagra tho.

but it's fun emptying the spam folder with gmail. it offers you spam recipes at the top...right now mine will tell me how to make "vineyard spam salad"... no kidding. ooh i refreshed, how about some "spam veggie pita pockets"? a "spam quiche"? it feeds 8. LOL.

ANYWAYS. your grumpy. i'd be grumpy too with LA traffic and no A/c. that's like hell on earth.

There must be some Cancerian parallel universe thing going on, cos I have had the grumps all of August now.

Bring back the lovely upbeat, happy July!

oh, thank goddess, i'm not the only grumpy one! now i understand why they've not provided me with a stapler at work. and they'd better not, until they fix the a/c (3 weeks, not working properly--last two days it was 85+ in there).

but after reading all this, i feel a whole lot better! but still too fried to come up with a question. damn.

I'm too grumpy to read all this.

Oh, oh, oh, but! The guy who wants to meet you for lunch sounds nice! Maybe just a cup of coffee? I haven't had a date in about 50 years so I might actually go out with a random spammer...

I would edit your book for you!

What's the meaning of 42?

Oh, and about the stapler thing? I am a high school teacher (which is why I said I would edit your book that you WILL write), and I spent $30 on a RED SWINGLINE STAPLER like in "Office Space," and I have to say that it is the one and only item on my desk that is So Sacred that none of my students will even touch it. They know that if they do, it will be the instrument of their death.

I am not f-ing sucking up to you or asking you for the meaning of life in a comment. Who are these people. I too have been suffering from "wanting to staple my co-workers syndrome" lately. I changed jobs last fall and recently I noticed that no one in my new office steals the tires off the back of each other's Jeep, or super glues the phone together, or makes secret periscopes out of a piece of mirror and a yard stick. Now I work in the very professional uptight office and it makes me want to run nekked through the halls or staple people to their desks. I'm really glad you are tempted to staple people too because otherwise I'd think I'm nuts.

Jaysus, I can't believe how well you write.

How did you get through this entire post without a single 'Snakes On A Plane'?

Just wanted to add my voice to the chorus of Perlites who hope you'll publish a book.

You've already written one, you know. It's like when you plop yourself in front of the TV w/some furry yarn and big needles, and before you know it, Conan O'Brian is on, and you've made yourself a scarf. Not that I'd know anything about that.

Why is the sky blue?

Lucia, you are TOO FUNNY!!!! And I am working on a pair of socks; I trust you approve? :)

This question might have been asked above but what do you do with the finished knitted products that you make? Do you sell them? I remember a while back reading here about the idea of selling them, has this happened? The reason that I ask is because I live in Sweden and it gets very cold here during the winter. I would love to buy some scarves and hats! Nothing beats handmade, and the pictures that you've shown look fantastic! :-)

hi! i'm first for today! does that count for something?

i understand grumpy. joe calls me "groucho farts"

now my question -- what's it like to get thousands of comments a day? and how do you keep up?

My favorite T-shirt? "Don't make me unleash the flying monkeys".

And grumpy goes with the time of year, IMHO. Embrace it. Be one with it. Learn that the stapler puller strikes fear into the heart and privates of your male co-workers. (Technique - they do something stupid? You pick up the staple puller, position it near your ear, and make rapid clicking motions with it while leering at them evilly. Trust me, there's nothing more satisfying than watching them cringe and run away.)

God, Laurie - you are too funny.

And Drew - I you. Come visit me. You can sleep in the A/C.

:)

MY favorite t-shirt:
Jesus Loves You
But I'm his favorite.

hee
Friday!!!!!

Has it occured to you that if spamming were illegal, you'd be in jail now for what those spammers did to you?

Why would anyone want to do that? The usual goal of spammers is to part you from some money. If they put your e-mail address on it, how could the make money?

Unless they made a typo in their own e-mail address. As a graphic artist, I can attest that own-name and address typos happen with alarming frequency.

That's a really good question! What IS the meaning of 42?

YOU ARE HILARIOUS! Thanks for making me laugh!

Hello out there in comment land> I'm just saying on eveyone's behave SNAKESONAPLANE....... is so week. I know even having to say this makes me a dorky Cand.

Q. How are your new neighbours?

my work stapler is very small.

You must be taller than 42" to ride this ride.

I have a question! Does Mr. X know about Crazy Aunt Purl? If he doesn't- do you ever worry he'll find out?

Btw, I'm a Cancer too, and I've had the summer from hell- reading the comments, it seems to be going around with Cancers. :-(

Lookit the ears on Bob!

Also, it does not surprise me that the Sobakawa can levitate. NOTHING about the Soba surprises me any more.

PS: Ooops. The comment above was in response to the 4 August entry.

mmmm Fried pickles! I love fried pickles. Toots does them right. They actually have more than one store now! Still only in the middle TN region though!

With all the kitty health problems, what sort of food do you feed them? I've got a herd of four and they never can get along with the same food - it's insane!

"Q: Are you ever going to write a book?
A: Yeah, OK!

Q: When?
A: DO NOT PRESSURE ME OR I WILL STAPLE YOUR HAND TO YOUR OWN HEAD. Also, however, wouldn't it be funny to have to edit any book I wrote because me with the comma splicing and run-on sentences and strange way you can actually sort of hear the way I talk because I write as if I were chattering on aimlessly? Wouldn't it suck to have that job?"

And if I were the editor of said book, I wouldn't change one single comma. That's part of the charm of reading your writings.

Where am I, and why can't I remove my hand from my head?