You’d think I’d eventually reach the point where I’ve clicked “Hide” on every single stupid quiz on Facebook. You’d think that. But I’m starting to doubt it.
I only took this quiz under duress. And my husband will taking it later today. 🙂
Nephew deposited safely back into the arms of his parents. Only slightly corrupted. Now I need paracetamol.
The Snook’s sister and brother-in-law were going out for a special dinner tonight so they asked if we’d mind looking after our nephew. We confidently said, “Sure!” while secretly fearing that we’d be lost trying to entertain a nine-year-old for three hours. But then we remembered, hey! We’re ALL ABOUT the nine-year-old mentality. So we fed him cookies and hot chocolate, played some Wii, jammed on Guitar Hero, and messed around with Photo Booth.
We all had a great time. (I got some video of him dancing while playing Guitar Hero that his father has specifically requested I save for his 21st birthday. That’s quality entertainment.) And hooray! We looked after an impressionable youth for several hours and he came out unscathed.
SMH Star Trek Quiz. I got 64%, which is nerdier than the general population but not a full-on Trekkie.
A 98-year-old woman was pulled from Italy’s earthquake rubble after spending 30 hours trapped in her house. What did she do while she was trapped? She crocheted.
@titus_atticus Rockets are cool. I’m not a huge fan of FPS though. Also, he only did *slightly* better than me on SATs. I like geniuses.
Ugh. Dealing with message board trolls who insinuate their detractors are un-Australian. And you thought knitters were all polite.
On the train to Olympic Park. Have to change at that weird little platform in Lidcombe. *sigh* Driving probably isn’t any better, right?
@witty_knitter Just random attention seeker who always gets oddly patriotic when she’s being chastised. Fun for the new mods. 🙂
We’re here! Rav badge in place.
Highly friggin’ commended, same as last year. And they’ve effing MANGLED it in the hanging. #fb http://twitpic.com/2y7go
It’s the Stig! Robbed of a ribbon by the Greenhowe clones, of course. http://twitpic.com/2y82b
Many, many glasses of wine. Lots of Ravelers. Photos were taken. Much merriment. Naked marquetry. It’s all a bit much. #fb
On the train home. Three sheets to the wind. Snook got a pic of me with his poor fish-lined jumper. #fb http://twitpic.com/2yabz
@knitness I have a Ravelry button for you. You must remind me. Many wines. Will leave it in my bag for Thursday.
@knitness Me too. Just posted horrible, ungrateful blog post about the whole schmozzle.
@lotsofco I totally know that feeling. Actually feeling PROUD of a cat and knowing that you’re anthropomorphizing but still… proud. 🙂
@venks79 But they do have a fantastic domain name.
Highly friggin’ commended, same as last year. And they’ve effing MANGLED it in the hanging. http://twitpic.com/2y7go
Many, many glasses of wine. Lots of Ravelers. Photos were taken. Much merriment. Naked marquetry. It’s all a bit much.
So I didn’t get the friggin’ blue ribbon. I told the Snook on the way to the Arts Preview tonight that me knitting Na Craga was pretty much the equivalent of Kate Winslet doing a Holocaust movie. I was pandering, and I knew it. If ever I had a shot, this was the year. We arrived and immediately ran into a couple Ravelers. “We won’t spoil it,” they said. “Go look for yourself.” I dragged Snookums through the throng to the knitting cases. And there was my beautiful jumper, completely bunched up and mangled with fishing line… and with a red “Highly Commended” ribbon on it. Again. I know I am a complete and utter ingrate, but I had to strain to be cheerful. Despite my protestations to the contrary over the past couple of weeks, it appears that I really did have a lot vested into the outcome of the contest. I know it’s silly. Still, I couldn’t help but look upon the blue ribbon winner – a cream cardigan with BOBBLES, for god’s sake – with scorn. Don’t they know how hot Snookums looked in it? Grrr. Anyway, I quickly drowned my sorrows at the open bar. (Hey, if they’re going to charge me $25 plus transport to get out there, I’m going to make it worth my while.) There were loads of Ravelers present, and we even managed to get together for a group picture. Congrats to Donna and Ailsa and Sally and Emma and Gemma, and everyone else who exhibited and who I missed in my irritated drunkenness. HOWEVER, I was extremely pleased to see that Gary Gentle has continued his wonderful tradition of naked lady marquetry. His 2009 entry was exceptionally exquisite!
The Locavore’s Dilemma. One woman’s struggle to use up the abundance of vegetables in her CSA that she doesn’t particularly like. I’ll be interested to see what sort of stuff we get in the winter. So far there have only been a few things that have been problematic for us: curly endive, silverbeet, celery, and oranges. (Yes, oranges. They really pile up if you don’t eat them regularly, and juicing by hand is a pain.) Some people get really freaked out when I tell them about our veggie box and that we don’t usually get to choose what’s in it. I guess we tend to think of it as a fun challenge, and it’s a good excuse to try out recipes you might not have otherwise. (Link courtesy of Mary-Helen.)
Fun discovery! One of Michael Stipe’s friends is a knitter, and he regularly models her stuff for her Ravelry notebook.
