The world turns

I used to remember how I'd roll my eyes, and mock the crowds of tourists everytime an event came along in the city. They'd clog my subway cars, wear bad clothes and talk too loudly. The children ran like feral creatures. So of course now that the tables are turned, It felt completely weird when one girl on the train looked at me and said "Oh my god, what's going on here?" "fleet week," I replied, "the Blue Angels just put on a show". "Fucking Fleet Week!" She said in a voice I found too loud and rude, since there were small children nearby (including my own). But she had talked to me, mostly I'm sure because we were two millimeters apart on the train, but also because I didn't look the part I play. Maybe. That's what I'm chosing to belive, anyway. Purple stripped knee socks and pink hair don't really say 'suburban housewife' as well as unflattering jeans from JC Penny and a polo shirt, yet I'm finding more and more that suburbia is getting more and more me.

Sin City was great! I loved it! I think it may even be an honest to gooodness 'good movie'.
So often the things that I like aren't actually good. I Like a lot of crap, what can I say?

Currently knitting: Husband Socks in self-striping wool, 9 sts to the inch, so tasty!
Comissioned Cardigan Test Run in crap acrylic, 4 sts to the inch.
Raffle Diamond Scarf, in grey 'wool-ease', 5 sts to the inch.

Currently reading: The Illiad: the real cute little red one that fits so perfectly in my pocket.
Life Before Man, by Margaret Attwood (almost done.)
A Book Of One's Own Thopmas Mallon (i think) A diary of Diaries.