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Weekend

Nifty crap I did:

Got through the 9-rep round of Round and Round. FINALLY. After my subpar Friday workout, this felt damned good. I managed to do the first four sets of dog series unbroken. I had to split up the last two sets of Hindu pushups. I felt like I was going to hork afterward, but I didn't, so yay.

Went to a spiffy local quilt and yarn shop with j00licious. I'm glad I never got around to permanently attaching the finished armor glove to the leg armor of Randy's costume because I found a much better blue print for the border. It's dark blue and rather crystalline but overall much darker and more Xiahou Dun-ish than the other stuff I had (which is pretty but looked too bright next to some of the other fabric and annoyed me). Yeah, that means I have to resew the glove, but I can deal with that. No deadline on a hella damn difficult costume makes Uncle G-funk much happier about the entire thing. I bought enough to make matching bias binding for the jacket. It was rather pricey but worthwhile. Quilt boutiques sell the highest quality print runs (believe me, ZOMG $2/yd for an identical print at Wal-Mart!111! is NOT a bargain - it is printed on crap fabric and has a good chance of bleeding like hell when you wash it), and I'll have enough fabric left over to save for later. I've been wanting to get into quilting because I really enjoy anal-retentive fussy detail work. This fabric would make an interesting stylized night sky or ocean background.

Bleh...so much for my Halloween costume. I have all the stuff. I just didn't have anywhere to wear it, really, and I didn't particularly care. Holly and Bagel's party was more like a general gathering of MUD people than anything else, and I pooped out of it anyway. When you're tired and cold and antisocial and the main attraction is chatting around a hookah in a room with all the windows open, it's really best to go to your friends' apartment downstairs and vegetate on the couch with a blanket, book, and large fluffball of a cat who insists on showing you his tighty whities every two minutes. (Not that I minded. And I'm sure he loved the constant fussing over him.) And a more reserved cat who keeps you company, too.
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