...You knit what?

That's the nice thing about belonging to a knitting guild, you've always got a place to dispose of the failed experiments productively by pawning them off on a charity...

casualty of the Cold War

I know why I break into a sweat whenever the net access even hiccups, it's a throwback to growing up with all of Reagan's saber-rattling and feeling that if I took my eyes off the world for a second it might have disappeared in a blinding flash. (Back then it was the radio or TV I couldn't bear to have off for very long.) It's just nervewracking to have to still live with that conditioning...

*flails at keyboard*

I think there are only about three more paragraphs still out-and-out missing from this fic, and 12 days left to pull them out of my arse... why do I feel so Doomed?

that is the single most disgusting thing I have ever seen

copperbadge has stumbled upon an... inventive new Taste Sensation. I haven't actually drunk much Kool-Aid since finding out how it can be used to dye wool, and this does not make me any more inclined to, somehow...