Better!

I took off work at noon yesterday. Went home and started Phase 1 of the sewing room reorg. I moved everything (except the shelves of course) to the north side of the room and measured the area and cutting mats for desired table areas. My cutting table will be 36x70 and the sewing/craft table will be 24x92. Huge! I've had my cutting table at a slightly-higher-than-standing-waist height (about 44 inches) for a long time and it helps so much with minimizing back strain while cutting and tracing patterns. I have a tendency to hunch when I'm at the sewing machine (so I can get a good sight angle on the fabric feeding into the machine). Since I am someone who knows what he's doing is building these tables from scratch, why not elevate the sewing table as well? So that table will be 33 inches tall.

Even though we drove all over town last night and weren't able to purchase everything so I someone who knows what he's doing could start building Right Away, I'm feeling a lot more up than I was on Monday--which is a good thing since I slept terribly last night and really want nothing more than to stuff food in my face to keep me awake today.

Alas, Today = Fast Day.

Open plea to f-list: If you get Michael's coupons in your newspaper that you don't plan to use, could you please pass them my way? I'd appreciate it. Thanks to the inspiration and fabulous tutelage of bestill, I've started down a new Crafty Avenue and could use some rubber stamp ink pads. Which are ridiculously expensive at full price. Really. Crazy pricey.

Oop. Time to go run down and up the stairs.

UPDATE: Holy Cow. Found this preview for a fucking awesome film on Coilhouse. Whoa.

Fed up

I got an email from Working Assets this afternoon. ( Cut for email from CREDO/Working Assets )

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To sum up: I agree. And please keep in mind, I am far from sold on Hilary. Far from sold.

But.

I am sick to the point of disgust over the feeding frenzy (in the general media and on my f-list) over Hilary's tears. Real or not, contrived or not, I do not give a shit if she got a little teary. It's another example of people letting themselves be distracted by entertainment instead of issues. Putting personality over ability. Sound bites over the whole story. And it makes me furious.

Any woman in any career that removes her from the fake stereotype of wife-mother-homemaker is damned if she does and damned if she doesn't behave in any manner--take your pick. Hilary is double-damned, having such a loaded history. So why don't people lay the fuck off worrying about if her emotion was real, if it was "contrived" (I swear if I see that word one more time I'm going to eviscerate someone), or any other stupid goose chases that have something to do with anything except the actual issues. If Obama or Edwards had shown a similar emotional moment, it would have already been page three news by now.

If McCain had shed a tear, I would've been stocking up for the coming apocalypse. But that's a different situation.

Here's something to keep in mind:

They are all liars.

All of them.

Every lifetime politician out there is, to some extent, A Big Fat Liar.

Even the ones we might like? Liars. Liars! They have to lie to us to get where they are. It's a sad fact of our political system. So get over the fact that someone shed a crocodile tear or two at a stump speech and get over it already.