found some patterns

underwear! put here for my own reference:

http://www.getcrafty.com/read/craft/features/tshirtunderwear/

http://www.kwiksew.com/Patterns/P2301_2350/2334.htm

http://sewing.about.com/cs/brassuch/

satellite spotting

so, we're out in the yard, standing in the shadow of the house (the moon is really bright), waiting for satellites to zoom overhead.

explodingcat: so, what kind of satellites are we looking at?
me: kosmos rocket bodies.
boy: rockets?
me: discarded rockets from tests, discarded stages, various things.
boy: so, we're looking at space junk?
me: yep, pretty neat, huh?
boy: so, we're looking at two dusty rockets in the same orbit, chasing each other across the sky?
me: here comes another, perpendicular to the other two. two, actually, oops, shadow time.
boy: that's another junkyard orbit? wow.

how do you dress for sat spotting?

oh, and the eyes. i should probably remember those.

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what happens when you plop a california down in texas?

something that sounds an awful lot like what mary's reaction might be
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lecker sachen

it's like german hip hop poetry with violins.

bizarre.

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so, i'm watching a mongolian group play on world link. they're pretty cool... a couple women playing stringed lap instruments, traditional stringed and wind instruments, and throat singing...

tom sits down and tries to imitate the throat singers. i inform him that if we want to have kids, we'll have the buy the CD. he stares at me and says, "NO! i have to LEARN this."

then he notices the non-mongolian guy playing bongos.

"dude. he isn't mongolian. i think they got him off the street in New York or something."

then he turns to me... and says from deep in his throat, "you will play with our band."


i love this man.