Month: September 2005
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GO IRISH! Holy crap, #10? I might have to start listening to the games again.
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Did you know that it’s Vasectomy Awareness Week and that you can watch an actual vasectomy online? I sure as hell didn’t. I obviously can’t watch it at work, but I’m kinda curious to see what the procedure entails… (Hear that scream in the distance? That’s the Snook reading this in his office across town.)
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Man, when you TiVo and then liberally use the fast-forward button, Australian Idol is almost watchable! I have to admit, most of the performances this week were pretty boring. The Snook and I both liked Dan the best. I yelled out loud when Kate came onscreen: “Ahhh! BIG ARMS! NO SPAGHETTI STRAPS!” like the fashion…
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Amy‘s going to LOVE this: Peeps Go to the Library. They’re so cute! And vile. (Link courtesy of Pop Culture Junk Mail.)
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Does anybody else really, really want to see Brokeback Mountain? Because I am all about gay cowboy lurve…
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The Snook and I need to whip up last minute Bollywood costumes for the wedding this weekend. Anybody got any ideas? I’m asking over on AskMeFi too…
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Yesterday Amy and I headed out to Westfield Bondi Junction with the aim of picking out a new dress for me to wear to Steve and Kate’s wedding this weekend. We were armed with a copy of the What Not to Wear book and I was confident that, with Trinni and Susannah and Amy’s help,…
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Today I had my second attempt at teaching a circular sock knitting class, and I’m happy to report this one was a huge improvement over the last. It helped that I changed the course description to make it more of an intermediate lesson, which meant I wasn’t struggling with people who didn’t know the difference…
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I’m involved in an interesting argument over at Witty Knitter. Basically, it all started when M-H opined that people donating money to disaster relief just to win prizes were “weird.” I actually agree with her on that point, and I think most people would. You shouldn’t give to charity just because you think you might…
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Bruce’s GlovesA few weeks ago I was teaching a private lesson after hours in the shop when a nice old guy knocked at the door. He asked if we repaired things for people, and I said we did, but that we were closed and he’d have to come back the next morning. Twelve hours later,…