Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to this week's Thing That Makes Me Snarf. WARNING: This one contains some seriously objectionable language, enough that it made me question whether I should post it. But it's so bleeping funny that I couldn't resist. Please don't send the ninjas after me.
On a totally unrelated subject: I have a problem. It's an addiction, really, and I've fought through it relentlessly. No twelve step groups exist for this addiction, but they should.
Yarn. I buy way too much yarn.
I have three big bags full of stray yarn, little bits of every color. If I'm not careful, I'll end up being one of those granny ladies who stops random people on the street and gives them doilies. Because that happens all the time, doesn't it?
But luckily, I have Hanna Banana. Hanna saw pictures of little crocheted ninjas and zombies and immediately thought of me. She sent me an email. Hanna deserves one of those little Bestish Friendish badges that I don't know how to make because I am dumb. Anyway, I immediately went out to buy the book.
And lo, it is fabulous. I shall post pictures of my little ninjas and zombies and vampires as soon as they are done. I shall use up my superfluous yarn so that I can clean out the office and hang a bunch of zombie art on the walls. And then, the world will be right again.
So... um... does anyone want a day-glo yellow ninja? Or a fuzzy pink trojan? (Get your mind out of the gutter, people. I'm talking about the warrior, not the prophylactic.) Because that's the only problem with this plan: using up all the yarn is going to result in a series of figures that look like they were crocheted by a granny lady on PCP.