{"id":560,"date":"2004-07-04T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2004-07-05T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=247"},"modified":"2004-07-04T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2004-07-05T06:00:00","slug":"dude-i-dont-have-any-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=560","title":{"rendered":"dude, i don&#8217;t have any hands!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Mmmmm, bullets. Hearkens back to my militia days.<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Hi!\n<\/li>\n<li>I had this realization the other night on the way home from Nye&#8217;s that I knew exactly where I had been one year before. I mean, yeah, I <a href='http:\/\/www.runawaytruck.com\/log.php?x=2&#038;y=4' target='eew'>wrote about it<\/a> and all, but I also remembered exactly how I felt. It was a strange sensation. I also remember what happened one year ago today: it was one of my worst mornings ever, where I was just about to give up and disappear forever. But it got better&#8230; faith in humanity restored and all that.\n<p \/>As of one year ago today, I had never seen the Pacific Ocean, either. Damn.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<li>My fundraising took a big leap forward recently. I have only $750 left to go. Please <a href='http:\/\/www.plinko.net\/3day\/' target='eww'>donate<\/a>! You&#8217;ll be forcing me to walk 60 miles, metatarsalitis and all. Which would be a lot funnier if it wasn&#8217;t kinda painful.\n<\/li>\n<li>I got an iPod. I could not resist, because Stephanie loves hers, and because Apple is engraving my name on it for free. You engrave my name on anything for free, and I&#8217;m yours.\n<\/li>\n<li>I swear to god, I&#8217;m catching up on email today. Please stop making me feel bad for being a shitty correspondent.\n<\/li>\n<li>My new favorite color is blaze orange. Like in hunting, only not.\n<\/li>\n<li>I was going to go see the Violent Femmes for free tonight, but then we decided to go hiking. The hiking is this afternoon, though, so perhaps I can manage both. Work, hiking, dinner, concert, and it&#8217;s possibly going to rain. It&#8217;s a lot.\n<\/li>\n<li>I&#8217;m madly knitting every spare moment I get, because I want to finish this hoodie. I think it&#8217;s gonna be awesome, because I try on all the pieces as I go and they seem perfect. I did finish that Japanese sweater a while ago; I should take pictures. It&#8217;s a little too big, but good for a first real clothes-project.\n<p \/>When I first took up knitting, I swore I&#8217;d never make clothes. And now look! I love it. I have this incredible urge to make\/create stuff again lately. I want to make useful, comforting things. I want to bake. I want to tell you stories.<\/p>\n<p \/>Am I pregnant?<\/p>\n<p \/>Ha.<\/p>\n<p \/>Next up: that sweater (nty: what color?)! And a poncho, if I can find a good pattern. And and and. Yeah.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<li>I have decided to keep on truckin&#8217; in the lil rig for now. Because, you know&#8230; good times! We arrived at a truce after I thought his air conditioning broke this weekend, but I was wrong. Chico&#8217;s really not a bad car at all.\n<p \/>If I&#8217;m smart (and really, you never know), I&#8217;ll buy me a truck between the time the house sells and the closing. That way I can use it to move. Good thinkin&#8217;, right? Right.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<li>A story.\n<p \/>I pushed the card in and stopped with my finger poised over the keypad, looking back over my shoulder. She repeated her PIN number, then said, &#8220;That&#8217;s trust, you know.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p \/>I replied, &#8220;Dude, you know I forget everything.&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<li>That&#8217;s all! There&#8217;s no more. Not that I&#8217;m telling <i>you<\/i>, anyway.\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mmmmm, bullets. Hearkens back to my militia days. Hi! I had this realization the other night on the way home from Nye&#8217;s that I knew exactly where I had been one year before. I mean, yeah, I wrote about it and all, but I also remembered exactly how I felt. It was a strange sensation. &#8230;<a class=\"post-readmore\" href=\"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=560\">read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-560","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/po9qt-92","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/560","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=560"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/560\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=560"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=560"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=560"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}