Oh mah gaw

The Mets are going to the World Series. The Mets are going to the World Series. The freaking Mets are going to the freaking World Series.

If anybody needs me, I’ll just be somewhere in Sharjah, quietly freaking out.

I’m Ravelry famous

I made my Halloween costume (well, a lot of it, anyway). I was one of those Candy Button packs. Anywho, in addition to being voted best some thing or another at my drinking knitting group’s Halloween party, I was also featured on the Ravelry main page. Feels good

Charity destash

Joy, my friend and one of the greatest beings on this planet, is raising money for Team in Training by selling off her fabulous collection of yarn (you will need a Ravelry account to read the last link). Please join me in buying her stuff and raising money for a truly worthy cause. If you don’t knit or crochet, you can learn. I will give two free knit or crochet lessons to anybody who buys at least $20 worth of yarn from Joy. If you don’t want to learn (and why not?!), you can also just give the yarn to me. True story.

Yay!

My dad, who had a minor stroke last Wednesday and has been in first the hospital and then a rehabilitation facility, has been given a release date of next Wednesday. Yippee! The initial estimate is that he’d have to be at the rehab facility for 3 weeks, so this is much better than we could have hoped.

Do not want!

Yay! I’ve been super productive lately. I set up the Jezepals penpal service, which is so brilliant that I can hardly stand it (except that there is a Pin Pal service that dates back to January, but I didn’t know about it when I made the suggestion on Jezebel). I received a post card from my Jezebel person today, and a postal letter from my Pin Pal last week. I have all the letters! I will write back to each person this weekend!

I also set up the Google Group Sharepin, where people can post things that they don’t want and hopefully find a non-landfilly home for them. This is perfect timing for me, as I clearly have too much stuff and not nearly enough space in which to keep it. My Birchbox castoffs alone would comprise a pretty hefty shipment. Add in some gently used, still adorable, but no longer “me” clothes, and that’s a metric ton of stuff that is needlessly cluttering my life. I’m doing things now, not just joining, and it’s a good feeling!

485 boys simultaneously melting my heart

In India, dressing up like Gandhi is A Thing. And This Thing happens possibly all the time, but definitely on the anniversaries of Gandhi’s birth and death. On the eve of the latter anniversary, 485 adorably small Gandhi impersonators appeared at a Delhi peace rally. One stated purpose of their appearance at this rally was to promote non-violent protest, which is an excellent goal. Another purpose? To break the Guinness World Record for the number of people simultaneously dressed up as Gandhi. The previous (official) record seems to have been 308, so these kids should win easily. I love everything about this.

A mystery that makes my nerd parts go tingly

It’s art! And a mystery! With words! What’s not to love?

Vampire Diaries

You guys, why didn’t you tell me how awesome Vampire Diaries is???

Okay, I know that some of you tried. Buy why didn’t you try harder????

This show is hilarious, well-written, and well-acted, and the cast is gorgeous (the 16-year-old in me swoons over Baby Boreanaz, aka Paul Wesley). I’m sure that some people may assume that my like for this show is based on how much I love (the first 5.5 seasons of) Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but no. This is just another good show that happens to deal with vampires. And witches. And I’m thinking possibly werewolves, too. And Bianca Lawson also appeared on this show for a couple of episodes. Hmmm. Well, they never claimed to have reinvented the wheel, right?

Perhaps my favorite thing is the lack of ridiculous footwear on these supposed high school students. Yay for realism!

Antidote to a down kind of day

Sigh. Giggle. Sigh.

I would very much like to be Edith Zimmerman when I grow up. Why?

Is it because she does adorable crafts? No. I also do adorable crafts.

Is it because she is the editor and a popular blogger on a well-known web site? No, I’m far too lazy to admire that sort of consistent productivity.

The reason that Edith is my new hero is that she somehow managed to turn what could have been another boring celebrity profile, this time of Chris Evans, into something that completely transcends the celebrity profile genre. There’s humor, there’s pathos, there’s pecs. Allegedly.

Since we’re the same age and live concurrently, there’s no possible way for me to be reincarnated as Edith, but I’d like to live a day in her life, or at least somehow get the opportunity to give her first-hand information about what Chris Evan’s chest feels like.