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My Magic Pudding at the 2010 Easter Show. No ribbon. (Stupid evil Jean Greenhowe clowns.) His face = the mirror to my soul.

My St. Brigid jumper at the 2010 Easter Show. Shunted in the corner and strung up with fishing line. No ribbon. (Winner was horrid cream Grandpa jumper covered in bobbles.)

Hey, if you can’t win, you can at least suck down free champagne in front of naked-lady woodwork, right?

On one hand, slightly disappointed at not winning a ribbon for my knitting at the Show this year. On the other hand, annoyed at myself for feeling that way and trying to remember that the judges suck and more than half of the winners are godawful ugly.

Just completed a 5.35 km run with RunKeeper

Important Note

This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.