There are some things that you just know you should never do without ever having tried it. Knitting is a prime example for me. Don’t get me wrong, I get very excited when someone knits something for me (like my famed winter hat and scarf) and I would love to be able to knit things like..jumpers for my cat just, you know, to keep him warm when I tote him around in my purse (I kid). Plus I would totally sit there all day and craft blanket after blanket just so I never have to be cold again, visitors to my home would need not fear the cold either!
I have every intent on becoming a crazy old lady who rocks back and forth in her chair whilst surrounded by two dozen cats and a pile of alpaca wool which will one day result in itchy jumpers for the grandkids but that image is seriously damaged by my complete and utter cack handedness when it comes to all things yarn and needles.
Tonight was going to change that, my Martha Stewertesque housemate took the 3 of us lesser mortals in hand, sat us down cross legged in front of her (just like story time at pre-school woo!) and tried to school us in her Jedi ways. It started off well, it really did, the wool was in place, the hook or whatever it is called was behaving nicely and then I blinked and somehow I was entangled in about 6 meters of wool. I swear I didn’t even move. After my ‘link’ was tied off and I was removed from inside the wool I was promptly relegated to position of milk monitor and teased mercilessly by the more able students.
I created a link though. It is about 2 inches in length and to be honest I probably would get sacked from even the lowliest Indian sweatshop for turning out something like that but nonetheless I am proud of my ‘masterpiece’. You will be relieved to know I refrained from astounding you all with pictures of my alpaca goodness because I know you would all be insanely jealous of my mad skills.
Now if I just had the faintest clue on how to turn my link into a jumper and I would have one holiday gift sorted…
Reading news like this kind of pisses me off just a little bit.
I am not religious by any means because to me it’s nothing short of hypocritical to me but that of course is a personal choice of mine and unless you’re an extremist then the religion of those around me doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
I don’t know what it is about this story, and the one of the Muslim child in France who was forced to stop wearing her niqāb because it didn’t conform to school policy. Really it just is a little petty to me, I mean, how assy do you have to be to get offended by *gasp* visible religious symbols. It’s just seems like a fruitless waste of time and money to be bickering about shit like this when other more important stuff is going on. It just leads to some people being pissed off that their religion is being discriminated against so they snipe at other religions to make themselves feel better which just ends up in a whole load of bad feeling for all concerned.
It makes me sad to see that.
Also, if you get some pop up shit from my blog then ignore it, the server is poorly..yet again.
I heard rumours of tumble weeds, I swear I forget this thing is here sometimes.
It’s been crazy busy around here and I wish that I could say it’s been all good however I have spent the last two weeks sorting out a a big pile of crap courtesy of the people around me. Just as that has calmed down another bigger shit fest cropped up again over the last couple of days. I swear to god I am sick to death of picking up the workload and financial mess left behind some people when really I am only doing it because I care to damn much. I hate having to reassure people that everything is going to be fine when deep down I don’t even believe what I am saying myself.
Meanwhile, because I know you don’t wanna be reading about all that shit, I got posed a meme-like question and figured since I have no creative thought of my own I would answer said question and that maybe it will cure the dry spell going round.
“God shows up and says “Hi, I’m feeling like a mean bastard today, you remember that saying ‘It’s better to live one day as a lion than a lifetime as a mouse’? Well I’ve decided to see which way people jump on the matter… make your choice!” Do you choose to live out your remaining days as a lion or a mouse?”
I would want to be a Ligar!! One day as a ligar would totally kick however many days as a mouse. Unless of course it was a doormouse because those lil dudes get to hibernate which sounds mighty appealing to me right now but I still think I would be a Ligar. Imagine the fear you would inspire by just going up to someone with a big ball of yarn and being all ‘lets play!’ Plus they were bred for their skills in magic dontchaknow.
It comes as no surprise that I like TV. I am a self-confessed tv show whore but these days I seriously think I should stop watching half of the shows I love because they make me so goddamn mad. Like shout at the tv and get up and pace round the room mad.
The top three contenders for the most likely to give me a coronary category/get her committed before the year is out are:
Prison Break: This the one which gets me most mad. I can forgive it for the totally implausible story lines but I hate that every single time they make a stride towards freedom they do something stupid like wear a baseball cap with a suit which just screams ‘wheeee I am an escaped convict’, or look over their shoulder a gajillion times a second which just aids with the blending in..not.
Also, what is it with the women on Prison Break being totally dumb. I am talking forehead slapping dumb here people. First you have Holly Valance, I have prayed to the almighty cheese that she would never again grace our screens after Neighbors, Kiss Kiss, the 1-800 REVERSE ads and then Dead or Alive but..the velour Britneyesque tracksuit..that was by far the worst. Then of course there is the doctor chick, who is supposed to be clever because hello? She is a doctor..but no she has to go and get suckered in by evil Lance despite daddy telling her not to trust said evil guy. If my father rang me and said not to trust someone then hell I might even give the man the chance to explain why before hanging up on him.
Lost: I love figuring out what is going on with shows, a large portion of the time I am fairly close to the mark but Lost came along and shot my average of correct theory guessing to pieces. I am more than a little lost (funny pun..no? anyone?) with the all the loose ends they need to tie up but I still come back and watch it every time in the vain hope that they might feed me that one clue that will suddenly make the whole thing fall into place and I can feel smug in the knowledge that my guessing ability is back. Highly unlikely but hey.. It is like some really tripped out episode of Blue’s clues expect ol’ blue left one too many clues no one could be bothered to play anymore.
House: Dr Cameron whines more than a teething toddler who has just had all his toys removed. We get it sweetheart your pretty and all but would you stop with the high pitched noise? While you’re at it, make Chase go away too?
It has to be a testament to the writers when a show can get to someone so much but..then again it could be that I am just a little lame. Hmm, suddenly Fireworks evening at the Uni seems a whole lot more safe.
