Month: March 2003

  • The spring issue of Knitty is out! Too bad the seasons are reversed here and all these pretty little spring things aren’t exactly appropriate for an Aussie winter…

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  • Y’all probably realized it a while ago, but today is 03-03-03. I didn’t get that til it was almost over.

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  • I found a great bookmaking tutorial today. I might have to try making a journal! (Not for me; this is my journal. But they’d make nice gifts…)

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  • The Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras Parade was last night. I think Madam Sadam and Her Weapons of Mass Seduction is the Greatest. Float. Concept. Ever.

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  • I want a kitty. There’s a pet store just around the corner with kitties. Every time I walk by I all but press my nose to the glass and make kissy faces. The Snook and I are discussing the pros/cons right now. If you have any suggestions or advice (for or against), speak now or…

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  • I had to delete a couple entries from my Oscar Contest this morning. They all came from the same IP address and had the exact same answers, right down to the tiebreaker. If these were legitimate entries and I’ve deleted them in error, let me know and I’ll reinstate you.

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  • New Poll: I’ve been feeling conflicted over the “crafty” turn the site has taken in the last few months. I used to have a lot more “Random! Web! Links!” stuff, but nowadays I spent 40 hours a week at a job where I can’t really surf. Do you mind? Do you roll your eyes whenever…

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  • Cordury Jeans Bag

    Cutest. Bag. Ever.I’ve been obsessed with bags lately. (It offends my feminist pride to admit I carry a purse.) I keep accumulating them because I can never find the ideal one. I got a suede one recently that’s damn near perfect, but every time I carry the thing it rains. Anyhoo, last night on the…

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  • Beware the Ides of March! It’s two weeks until I officially enter my “late twenties”. That sucks. I cannot possibly be four years from thirty. It’s just… inconceivable.

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