I suck at this ‘having a blog’ thing, don’t I? I’m really sorry for being a bad blogger lately. I don’t promise to get any better, but I will come as close to feeling bad about it as I possibly can.
Which is to say that I won’t feel very bad at all. I’m a cold, emotionless ass that way. But I guess that’s why you love me. Or, at the very least, you obviously don’t mind too much.
So I was talking about all of the summer projects I’ve got going. I think I need to learn how to say no. I just took on another one (which isn’t going to start for a little while) — and will hopefully not start until after I’ve killed off two of the others. So, really, it’ll be a net reduction, but at the moment I feel like I need to learn how to tell people that I’m not interested.
But I really, really like having money… and maybe if I pick up a few more projects I might actually have enough to live AND pay my Summer II tuition. A guy can dream, right?
Anyway… I had a point when I started this post which has now been totally lost. So, instead, let’s talk about a “thank you” package that I got in the mail yesterday for some nerdwork I did for a friend. It was amusing — a collection of random stuff that was lying around — and contained… a worry doll (in other news, I just linked to a website called ‘hippy stuff’ — I think the end is nigh) now the concept of a worry doll is interesting… it’s pretty much like a little mini Jesus. You tell it your problems, put it under your pillow, and then the worry doll solves them (note: do not put Jesus under your pillow).
The truly amusing thing about this worry doll, however, was that it was small. Really, really small. Like, “don’t drop it on the floor register or you’ll lose it forever” small… or “You might accidentally inhale it into your lungs” small. And it appears to be handmade — either that or someone, somewhere has perfected nano-technology. Which made me wonder how small the people must be who create those things. Especially their fingers. Just holding it in my hand I could picture a little 2 year-old in some foreign country toiling long hours in a sweatshop to create these minute ‘worry’ dolls.
And you think your life is hard.
Worry dolls are indeed interesting. I remember making an imitation worry doll as a child (hey we used toothpicks, evidently not what is actually used), so it’s apparently do-able (although I really don’t recommend it as a craft project for children… gah!).
In other not unrelated news, I attended a Kiwanis meeting whose speaker spoke on STRESS today.
Thanks for the laughter!
I loved those worry dolls! I have a whole little knit bag of them in my glove compartment. They worry for me while I am driving! I think I got them at a Grateful Dead kiosk in the mall like a decade ago.