Thought or Rant of the day!!!

[Otherside]

College will make you want to stab yourself in the eyes.

Heads up.

Pretty sure it makes your head implode and ties your heart in knots too.

Have fun with that.

[Bmot]

College will make you want to stab yourself in the eyes.

Heads up.

Pretty sure it makes your head implode and ties your heart in knots too.

Have fun with that.

I can't wait to go back

[ColormeGreen]

I just use hoop earrings for stitch markers. xDD
Tapestry needles for weaving in the ends. For example in patchwork things. I actually prefer to use a small crochet hook but other people use tapestry needles, so.

Interesting... interesting. Hm.
I used to weave them in between stitches with my crochet hook, but unless you are willing to REALLY weave it in (not just pull it straight through several loops), it's pretty insecure. So I took up the habit of actually crocheting them into nearby rows. The only time I don't do this is when I'm crocheting with different colors, and then I'll take the time to do a complicated weave so I feel like even after several washings, it still stay into place.

I actually took up amigurumi recently, which I have LOOOOOOVED. And taking care of ends with amigurumi is sooo easy. Just use a needle or your hook, and pull it right into the body of whatever you're crocheting!

Anyways, I'm going to get off my nerd box now.

[Snickie]

I made a patchwork baby blanket about a month ago using the hexagonal equivalent of granny squares. I definitely had some weaving to do. I hope it's secure enough.

[Genie]

Lately I started to find some statues very attractive,not very strange if I consider my first love was a cartoon character

[Doug R.]

Lately I started to find some statues very attractive,not very strange if I consider my first love was a cartoon character

The Princess and the Statue

A long time ago, in a dusty castle on top of a lofty mountain, there lived a princess. Formerly fair in countenance and beloved by all, she was cursed by a demon to feel nothing but hopelessness and despair. Unable to die, for that was part of the demon's cruelty, she wasted away in the castle over time, all those who loved her either abandoning her or dying of old age.

In time, she found herself utterly alone. Her skin paled and sagged, and she became thin like a skeleton, for she never ate. She sat in a chair, staring, day and night, as the castle slowly crumbled around her. Now, the demon that had cursed the princess was not the only supernatural force in the world. There were good ones too. While the castle seemed to be the only thing on the lofty, lonely mountain, the mountain was also home to the rock fairies. The fairy folk never meddled in cantrian affairs, keeping strictly to themselves, but as the princess sat, day in and day out, never moving or speaking, she became part of the landscape, and eventually the fairies stumbled upon her.

For months they studied her, careful not to be seen, until one day, their desire for understanding was too great, and one brave fairy approached the chair. The sight of such a strange little being broke the princess's torpor, and she explained what had happened to her. The fairy took her story back to his kindred, and they discussed it at length. Being from the same stuff as the demon, they knew what must be done. Only true love could save her.

So, the fairies hunted far and wide for one worthy of breaking the curse, but always, they found no one. Years went by, and not even the fairies could stir the princess any longer. The fairies, frustrated, came to a decision. If they could not find a true love for the princess, they would create one. The rock fairies were given power over stone and earth, and the castle was filled with marble statues of all varieties. Finding one statue that was particularly fair in appearance and noble in bearing, the fairies used their magic to bring it to life. Slowly, the pale marble gained color, the hard stone softening into skin. Individual hairs broke through what was once a solid stone mop atop its head. Its eyes, fixed for centuries, began to flick about, and with a shaky step, the statue breathed in for the first time.

The fairies pointed frantically to the princess, and the statue knew what he had to do. He moved over to her, and with a concerned and soft voice, asked her what was the matter. The sound of another cantrian's voice after so many years again broke the princess's torpor, and as she had done with the fairies, she explained everything. The statue stood quietly and listened, nodding his head in understanding. After the princess had told her story, the statue asked if she would like to take a walk outside.

Another year went by, and the statue kept the princess company, talking with her, listening to her, being with her. Every day, the princess's skin grew more rosy. Every day, she put on a bit more weight. Soon, she realized she loved him, and the years of imprisonment in despair began to fade from her memory as she learned to love life again.

Eventually, they left the castle and began traveling to see the world, and her love for him grew deeper and deeper. But as it grew deeper, a yearning grew inside of her. While the statue had been just the person to save her, as she grew emotionally, he did not. After all, he was just a statue. Without trouble of her own to talk about, the statue began to speak less. After all, he was a statue, and had no troubles of his own. The princess seemed happy, and he was happy that she was with him. To him, life was perfect.

As more time went by, the statue began to do less. He would sit in silence for days, perfectly content with his world. But the princess had again begun to lose weight. Eventually the statue noticed, and, concerned, questioned her. Through tears, she told him that he had become distant. Perplexed, the statue pointed out that he was always with her. Then she lamented that he rarely spoke. Again, confused, he asked her what she wanted to speak on. The princess was at a loss. Finally, as she lost control of her emotions, she told him, despondently, that she felt as though she didn't matter to him anymore. The statue was greatly troubled by this. Didn't she understand that she was his whole existence? That if it were not for her, he would not exist? She was everything to him. He tried to explain, but the words fell hollow, and again they both fell into silence.

Time went by, as it does unceasingly, and the princess became thinner and thinner, but now, with no curse to grant her immortality, the statue feared that she would die. Unable to even understand how to help her, he returned to the fairies and explained his dilemma. There was only one thing that the fairies could do, but it was a desperate measure. The statue returned and again tried to raise the spirits of the princess, his life and love, and while he was able to stir her for a few days, he was unable to keep her spirits high. Finally, as the princess was on the verge of death, he called the fairies again to do what they must.

The statue placed her back in her chair, and setting another beside, sat down in it and took her hand. The fairies gathered around, and using their power, turned them both to marble, and there they sat for eternity.

The end.

-Countess Marlie Sunrise

[Genie]

Nice story and very touching,thanks. Not everyone can be lucky like Pygmalion...

[Mitch79]

Babies! Pictures as promised. We ended up with two orange(white stripes on their legs and tails), one pure white one (hope she has blue eyes like her mama), and two black with grey stripes. They're a week old here and just opening their eyes. And mama's in the first picture with her gorgeous coloring, The dad is a full black cat

[Cdls]

The orange one should be named "sweet and sour chicken".

[Melodianme13]

Aw.. How adorable, Mitch. That really makes me want another baby. My cat serves as my baby since I can't have children... I'm loving the little orange one in the last picture.

[Snickie]

It just occurred to me that my character Snick might make a good Vulcan.
She's no Vulcan Science Academy candidate, of course. But still.

[Genie]

Babies! Pictures as promised. We ended up with two orange(white stripes on their legs and tails), one pure white one (hope she has blue eyes like her mama), and two black with grey stripes. They're a week old here and just opening their eyes. And mama's in the first picture with her gorgeous coloring, The dad is a full black cat

I want the one with dark stripes please, they are all adorable <3

[Snickie]

Internet, phone, and cable are out. This is the third disruption in the past two months.

Whoopdidoo. >:I

[Otherside]

Internet, phone, and cable are out. This is the third disruption in the past two months.

Whoopdidoo. >:I

There's only one thing you can do...

[Snickie]

Too bad I can't view that on my phone.
(Phone is bugging up too. I'm surprised I was able to post this at all.)

So it turns out that the nasty storm we had last night knocked out service for the whole area. The cable trucks are supposed to be out working on it today. Hope it comes back. I don't know how much longer I can stand having nothing to do but clean my room.