5 Mar 97 
 
It's a red letter day -- so don't eat the oysters.  Just kidding, it's not  
a red letter day. 
 
I've got a bunch of jumbled-up things here so anything first...   
 
Cardinal O'Connor is going to be "celebrating" Mass at my Church on Sunday  
(woooo) and our beloved NYU President will be doing one of the readings.   
That's funny, I've never seen him in our church before.  hmmm. 
 
Okay, so I'm diving deep into knitting projects.  I'm going to try to  
make..... a sweater!  For me.  The first craft that I'm doing for me  
(that's not ugly.  I think I might recycle that ugly slipper I made into a  
bottle cozy or something equally ridiculous.)  I might knit something for  
ma for her birthday.  Nobody tell her. 
 
You don't know pain until you know PDE.  Or I should say, I wouldn't be in  
pain if I knew PDE.  But hey, what a tautology. 
 
Brad and I are having a war of words, or rather a war of the assembling,  
sorting, and unfolding of words.  Perhaps he does not yet know this. 
 
So I expect people to be visiting me nonstop... (and viceversa).  I'm  
thinking of seeing Aunt Patti this weekend, Ma & John will be here weekend  
before St Pattys, I'll visit Brad in Goth City, Amy (sans Ernie) should be  
dropping in in April, and then Stuart around bday time, and then hopefully  
Anne & Jay.  So.... who remains?  Ryan and Jason.  You bastards better  
visit me sometime.  Just because I come back to Raleigh does not mean you  
can escape the Big, Scary APPLE!  MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA 
 
Look at that insipid face, I want to slap the bitch. 
 
So, onto a side topic about knitting: got this really cool magazine vogue  
knitting, that has pretty cool patterns in it.  One of the articles is  
about knitting in America, and the author was writing a coffee table book  
on said subject, I suppose.  She asked the various designers/knitters why  
they think that knitting is looked down upon here.  The answer: "Because  
it's mostly done by women."  Right now, we'll ignore that wounded soldiers  
in wars not too long ago knitted to supply the non-wounded and that  
shepherds in the field would knit so as not to waste their time.  I just  
think that's the most idiotic reason for a prejudice. 
 
I remember asking someone why he didn't cook (other than he doesn't know  
how to) -- "It's a chick thing."  So there are men out there, in the name  
of machismo, who can't: wash dishes, cook, bake, sew, knit, do laundry,  
and all sorts of other chick things.  I hope they're making enough money  
to afford all the people (or one mail-order bride) to take care of these  
things.  I don't see what's so stupid about knitting or embroidery.  While  
I'm listening to the news, I knit (and sometimes read as well).  What are  
you guys doing to fill your time?  Something useful, like scratching your  
butt? 
 
(Of course, as far as I know, all my friends can take care of themselves.   
So in my little world, such incompetent people do not exist.) 
 
And from the subject of men we move on to lust. 
Mmmmmm dangling manmeat?  heh heh.  Anyway, I think lust is a universal  
phenomenon that should be reveled in.  Revel! Revel! 
 
I have heard that men have lustful thoughts more often and more  
continuously than women.  I cannot refute this, for I've not been a man.   
And yet, though men have said this of themselves as a gender, they're  
supposed to be the ones with the brain power.  But perhaps the fact that  
they're able to function under this handicap of excessive lust means they  
must have enormous powers of concentration.  I must ponder this. 
 
In any case, I hope this does not come across as some kind of man-hating  
thing, trying to bring about the revolution of sister-power (Carey, keep  
running, the generator is sputtering).  I don't really dig chicks, and I  
love men.  It's just that I hate stupid people, and boys specifically.   
 
If you think I'm crazy, remember it's only my words that are convincing  
you.  I'm saner than a March Hare in May.  Or a Mad Hatter in October. 
 
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. la.