I think you are talking about needlepoint. I used to do a lot of that. As to what to do with it? I, like SpazCat, give most of my work away. Currently, I’m working on bookmarks. Christmas is right around the corner and they are always very well received.
Small needles on planes are OK. You of course want to keep them in a case, but that’s what you would do with them anyhow. I’ve never had a problem bringing a small piece to work on when flying. Now…knitting needles would need to go in your luggage…they don’t want you knitting an Afghan, afterall. (sorry, lame stitcher joke that made the rounds about 10 years ago.)
Actually you can take knitting needles on planes, of course depending if the personnel you run into decide to be a##holes. I have pointed out (heh: pointed) that I could do as much if not more damage with a pencil or ballpoint as with a knitting needle. I do use bamboo ones on the plane, though as they don’t look quite so vicious as the steel.
As for getting things on planes, I hope I won’t get myself in legal trouble in case the authorities see this, but: I once sneaked a knife on a plane!
The story: (It was 2008.) I use a (fairly blunt and harmless) knife to adjust the reeds on my clarinet (the reed is a wooden part that helps produce the sound.) I was bringing my clarinet case on a plane. The security lady asked me if I was carrying a computer, and I said, “No, it’s a musical instrument,” and she just let me through and onto the plane. I did not realize until after the flight was long over, that I had had my reed knife with me all along.
Now, I hope the authorities won’t catch me. In any case, I intended no harm. I’m safe. I promise.
Holy hell, those fucking cowards banned me and deleted all fucking posts I made there.
Fuck you, Barbara Loe Fisher. Fuck you and merry band of morons. Fuck you and your smallpox loving brain. Fuck you for standing up for paranoia, scientific illiteracy, HPV caused cancers and every last germ on the planet. Fuck you, Ms. Fisher for calling the HPV vaccine the “slut vaccine.” Fuck you for suing Dr. Offit, one of the great heroes of our time. Fuck you for taking a million dollars from Dr. Mercola, a waste of a medical degree who peddles stupidity instead of science to morons. Fuck you for promoting the kind of ignorance that was last fashionable in the seventeenth century. Fuck you for scaring people. And fuck you for posting an article by an asshole that personally attacked me and called for harm to come to me and my children.
I hope pertussis breaks your ribs. I hope measles fills your ears with fluid and punctures your eardrums. I hope mumps causes your gonads to swell up. I hope the flu makes you so sick you can’t get out of bed for a month. I hope chicken pox scars your face.
You, madame, are nothing more than a modern day Typhoid Mary. You are a public health menace and should be treated the way we treat others who deliberately pee in the water supply and refuse to wash their hands.
My older cat gets diarrhea sometimes as well. I mix rice into his wet food – it helps a lot. I keep some rice already made (cooked in chicken broth to make it yummier to the wee beastie) and portioned in the freezer for Baxter. Labeled “Baxter’s rice”.
WRT the pumpkin thing – do the spices cause a problem?
Some contractor in their infinite wisdom decided that it would be a great idea to put a plastic panel over the fluorescent lights in the ceiling of our kitchen. Which melts when you turn the lights on.
Those tend to be the same people who regard anything from The Government as untrustworthy by definition. OK, so “someone” has to make the world perfectly safe, provide perfect medical services, six-lane roads in mountain areas, teach them foreigners to cook “as God intended”, get your children college degrees and great jobs without said children actually having the brains or the skills, but it shouldn’t be the Gummint cos them all thiefs. Gotcha.
It’s been awhile since I bought pumpkin pie filling, so I’m not sure if it’s got sugar in it. If it’s not full of sugar, then the only concern about the spices would be that the critters might not like it.
I’d put some tea tree on it yup, but that just seemed to aggravate it. I tried some leftover fusillic acid cream last night, and disappointingly it seems better already today, so no pimple-saga-thread for me.
Yeah, straight tea tree oil can irritate the skin. I think it’s maybe a light chemical burn? I’ve been willing to put up with that, though, because a couple of applications in, the skin may be red and irritated but the infection is also in rapid retreat.
I was rather fond of a product from Thursday Plantation that was an antiseptic combining tea tree oil with lavender and a couple of other things. The tea tree was the officially effective 10%, which worked well but didn’t irritate the skin. Annoyingly, Thursday Plantation discontinued the product.
I’ll have to check out the fusillic acid. Not something I’ve heard about.
Meantime, glad to hear the infection seems to be retreating!
In many Kingdoms, documentation is as important as the item itself. I have judged a couple, and bemoan the fact the the hands-down best entry had no documentation at all, thus lost to the second best, which had great docs.
I hate mice. I use reusable gray traps. I set them on the enclosed (except for mice) back porch. This morning I go out with the dog. I hear a strange clicking clopping sound. Guess what the mouse managed to get only it’s hind foot in the trap. It was exhausted attempting to drag the trap. What did I do? Get out my big mallet? No. I stepped the trap open and let it go.:smack:
I encountered the as yet uncrowned Queen of the Universe yesterday and it ticked me off.
I was heading into the local farm store (always packed on weekends, as it’s a bit of a tourist trap) and stopped to let a family leave. Mom and Dad came out and (I presume) their adult daughter stopped dead, blocking the door, eyes glued to her cell phone, completely oblivious to the outside world. A few seconds passed – long enough to make it clear that only the complete collapse of the wireless network was going to get her to obey the dictates of civilized society and move her ass out of the door. Her parents looked back and actually had to tell her “That gentleman wants to use the door” just about the time my disbelief generated a sort of involuntary sotto voce “come on!”
Bitch gave me a "what the fuck's the problem with you?" look and swept past radiating outrage. Because that text message was *important* and your convenience means nothing to the as yet uncrowned Queen of the Universe.
Yes, I know it’s the most micro of micro rants, but my long-standing belief is that the minimum level of courtesy necessary to oil the friction of interactions with strangers is to pay attention and get the hell out of the way. You don’t chat on staircases, you don’t block sidewalks, you drive the speed limit on narrow roads, and you try not to make other people’s days just that little bit more miserable. Unless, of course, you are the as yet uncrowned Queen of the Universe.
