| Oct. 22nd, 2004 @ 12:58 am I think I just killed the Yarn Harlot. |
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Current Mood:  Evil
Okay, so I am totally addicted to the Yarn Harlot. www.yarnharlot.ca . If you haven't read it, go there. It's some of the funniest and most wonderful stuff on the internet. You might not be able to much longer.
I think I might have just killed her.
"Bippy," I can hear you asking, "If you like the Yarn Harlot so much, why are you trying to kill her? And, what the heck could you have done to kill someone who lives in Canada over the internet? Do you have a Ninja strike team or something?"
No, my Ninja Strike Team quit because I couldn't afford to give them a dental plan, so now they are all lawyers for Microsoft and make their living stabbing people in the back that way. I challenged the Yarn Harlot not to turn on her heater until January First. She lives in Toronto. In Canadia. Where the cold comes from.
She has a competetive streak in the same way that I do. I understand this in a very deep level. I try VERY HARD not to get my competitive streak riled up. It's a dangerous thing, but being a perverse and puckish individual, I can't help but rile it up in others. It didn't help that Ed was egging me on. Usually he's such a nice person. He's sweet. He's nice. He prevents me from doing evil things. But apparently his competitive streak (we never compete against each other. Probably a good thing.) and random desire to rile up the Yarn Harlot has overcome his usual cool- He was hooting like a madman and shouting "DO IT DO IT DO IT!" over my shoulder.
This did not help. In fact, I had almost composed myself. I was going to compliment Norma for being so nice as to send Stephanie some roving that she needed. But no, I clicked the button on while he did a jumpy dance and chanted at me. OTOH, the fact that I was relying on Ed to be a voice of calm and reason was probably a sign of my further deterioration into sadism. I think I need to get a sexy 18 year old hardbody who likes spankings to get it out of my system. Come to think of it, I might need to get one of those anyway.
In a way, I really, really, really, hope that she doesn't do it. Not so that I don't have to pony up, I mean, I'm fine with that. I don't gamble things I can't loose. I am just already feeling a tremendous amount of guilt for killing her three lovely children by freezing them to death at night. The guilt would actually be easier to bear if I didn't burst into evil laughter every time I thought about it.
Here's exactly what I said
Stephanie- I am sorry. I am cackling like an evil woman. I cannot help myself, for I do, indeed, have a wicked streak.
If you can manage not to turn on your heat until New Years...I will give you a prize. A good one.
A prize that may, indeed, include something...wooly.
And none of that having the husband or the children turn on the heat thing, either. No heat. Till New Years. Prize. That may include Wool. I would be so impressed by this act of stupidity honorable Canadian fight against winter, it would be a really really cool prize. That may or may not include wool.
Posted by: Bippy at October 22, 2004 02:10 AM
Dammit. The strike tag, while it works in your journal, does not seem to work for the comments. Anyway, the "act of stupidity" part was supposed to be struck through, and it's not, so my last comment makes it look like I am not only evil, but I can't write. This is not true.
Anyway. I'm so sorry for that last post. But just so you know, I'm setting aside my entire next paycheck in case I have to pony up.
P.S- I live in Texas. It's still to hot to wear long sleeves outside. It's one in the morning and it's still 77 degrees. That's 25 degrees C.
P.P.S- I am a student at a university. My job is a campus job. It's not like I'm setting aside one paycheck of a $200,000 a year job to get you a cool prize. But still, it's a paycheck. I already have something in mind.
P.P.P.S- Please don't kill yourself. I'm sorry I'm so evil.
P.P.P.P.S- It'll be REALLY COOL.
P.P.P.P.P.S- Please don't kill your husband or children. I don't know them personally but, on top of my general desire not to be responsable for the deaths of innocents, I have grown fond of them from your blog.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S- I bet you can't do it. I won't have to send you that prize, that really cool thing, because I'll get to keep it myself. And anyway, even if you're a Canadian, you can't hold out that long. It'll be too cold. You'll have to cave.
Posted by: Bippy at October 22, 2004 02:20 AM |
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I don't really have a competitive streak, but I do have a stubbon streak and an I'll-take-that-dare streak, and you put those together, and, well... chaos sometimes ensues.
Hope you're doing well.
Love you. Miss you.
cheryl
mwahahaha