Get a friend with graphic arts abilities and the world is your oyster, I tell ya. When Dave sent me those photos posted in yesterday's entry, everyone else in the house was asleep. It struck me so funny I was barking...HOWLING...hooting....laughing so hard my stomach hurt. Tears rolled down my face and I could not see the keyboard to return his email. Extra-good bonus that I can type blind. And yesterday, every time I looked at them, which was about a hundred-thousand times (and even sometimes when I didn't), I was reduced to tearful laughter yet again. And then the comments made me laugh all over again every time. Why I kept clicking on the photos, when I had clearly memorized everything about them, is beyond me. Disgustingly Narcissistic, yes, but I still kept on.
A very good way to start 2006: laughing my guts out. It is truly the best medicine. That and getting back to yoga class.
And now, together he and I have created South Park's Little Norma. Abigail saw her and said, "But wait. You don't smoke and you don't carry a rifle!" (or is it a shotgun?!)
Sigh. When did everyone go and get so damn literal on me? I guess she was absent from school the day(s) when they discussed fantasies, alternate parts of personalities, play-acting, and dressup day. Or she's been a philosophy major for too long now. Or something. But she did like it enough to encourage me to make it the wallpaper on my computer desktop.
So now, without further ado, and with much appreciation to my own personal stylist and hilarious and talented buddy Dave, and to Carole for bringing this site to our attention, I present to you:
Now playing in a theater near you: Mitten Vigilante
Please note that not only do I not smoke and not carry a rifle, but I also don't usually wear a bustier with a scarf and mittens, while walking down the center of the street. And if you want to get really technical, I don't have a red hat, either. However, this chick lives inside me somewhere. I'm more than sure of it.
I can see her in you. And I mean that in a really good way. :o)
Posted by: Rachel H | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 01:15 AM
That is just SO cool!
Posted by: Siow Chin | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 01:23 AM
She is YOU! The real, no holds barred NORMA! LOVE HER (and you of course!)
Posted by: Cara | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 01:24 AM
Oh, I can see you there...r u sure about the bustier..hehehe
Posted by: Isela | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 03:10 AM
Never stand between a knitter and her mittens.
Posted by: Kathy | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 03:33 AM
Very funny Norma. Loved yesterday's pics!
Posted by: Kathleen | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 07:27 AM
Oh, Norma. After the great photos yesterday (I knew you didn't do 'em!) and now this today? You're killin me here. Just killin me. Love love love it all.
Posted by: Carole | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 07:31 AM
Too funny. Thanks for the early morning laugh!
Posted by: Kirsten | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 07:45 AM
The red hat does go nicely with the red handspun thrummed mittens, no?
Posted by: Kat | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 08:03 AM
OMG Norma!!! IT'S YOU!
Posted by: margene | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 08:03 AM
The red hat does go nicely with the red handspun thrummed mittens, no? (Although they might be a little small for you.)
Posted by: Kat | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 08:04 AM
I will soooo not mess with you anymore. Heh.
Posted by: Chris | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 08:12 AM
You need a red hat, at the very least. I can't believe you don't have one.
Posted by: Cassie | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 08:12 AM
That is SO you sister!
Posted by: Scout | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 08:34 AM
Always have been a lurker, but I'm coming out to say I LOVE IT!!!
BTW, It appears to be a sawed off shotgun. Yes, I can Kitchener and tell the difference between a rifle and a shotgun. Oh, the glamour!
Posted by: Beth | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 08:59 AM
I love that. Too freaking much.
Posted by: Martha | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 09:58 AM
Oh, you totally have that South Park chick in you, which is why you're so great. Everyone should have a Little Norma in them, somewhere, or else the world would be boring.
Posted by: Dawn | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 10:05 AM
The corset is so *you* with those mittens!
Posted by: roggey | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 10:08 AM
Have we exceeded our Diet Coke ration? For the week?
LOL !! Gots to get me a fantasy alter ego of my own! xoxo Kay
Posted by: Kay | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 10:09 AM
Noooo, but I think I have seen you wearing that exact same outfit walking on the sidewalk - haven't I? Or was that in some parallel universe?
Posted by: Anne | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 10:09 AM
Immediately the "do do do do do" gunfighter theme erupted in my brain. So hysterical!
Posted by: Teresa C | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 10:13 AM
What a hoot! I don't want to meet South Park Norma in a dark alley.
Posted by: Donna K. | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 10:21 AM
Damn. You're hot.
(I've got my own SP Stephy on my blog. After all the holiday binging, I'm starting to look more like her, round little arse and all.)
Posted by: Steph VW | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 10:59 AM
Jeebus, that's hysterical!
Posted by: Beth S. | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 11:21 AM
You can't fool us, Norma. We KNOW you have a bustier to match every pair of mittens you've ever knitted, and I'm fairly certain you're thinking about casting on a red hat...
Posted by: Carrie | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 11:29 AM
You know you have to knit a red hat now don't you?
Posted by: Tracy | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 11:31 AM
Oh who cares what you really look like, this is the way I have always thought of you. That's a good thing. Really.
Posted by: Julia | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 01:47 PM
Hilarious. I can totally see her inside of you.
Posted by: Em | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 02:58 PM
listen, I believe that you don't smoke and don't carry a rifle - but that bit about not really wearing a bustier? I'm not buying it.
Posted by: ann | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 03:01 PM
Oh Christ on a Cracker! I'm ruined, stick a fork in me.
Posted by: Sandy | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 03:06 PM
See, your peeps love it. I told you the bustier was just right. No way could you pull off the trench coat. I still think pearls AND the scarf are good. You need to add "vigilante" to the Pragmatist, Cynic, Bleeding Heart
Posted by: Dave Daniels | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 03:48 PM
Norma Dear, you know there's a knitted bustier dying to get out of your stash somewhere. *Snerk*
And we all know you have the red wool for a hat in there.*snicker*
Go for it. Release the inner Norma.*Snort*
Just keep her on a leash.*HAhahahahahahahaha*
Posted by: Stalker Angie | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 06:17 PM
Love the alterego. It *really* IS you. And we know that.
Posted by: Laurie | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 06:58 PM
I wonder if it means that I know you too well, my friend...when that does not surprise me at all.
Party on dude.
Posted by: Stephanie | Friday, January 06, 2006 at 12:37 AM
Oh my stars, that's classic. I'm with Cassie on the red hat though: why not? It seems like a natural.
Posted by: regina | Friday, January 06, 2006 at 10:47 AM
Yes, there is certainly another person in us all. Well, at least we can sit and knit together.
Posted by: Latoya | Friday, January 06, 2006 at 10:59 AM
That's totally the mental image I have of you. Seriously!
Posted by: melanie | Friday, January 06, 2006 at 03:45 PM