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For some reason, these “I Blogged Your Mom” T-shirts really make me laugh. I want one. (Thank you to Bex for telling me about it.)

You can make your own too!

Felted Pirate Queen Booty Bag. I like it! I’ve never done any “double knitting” (as in, two colour double knitting to produce a reversible fabric) or felting/fulling before. I wonder if I could get it done before Talk Like a Pirate Day… (Link courtesy of miftik.)

Underground Notre Dame Glossary. Even though I haven’t been on campus in literally YEARS, it’s good to know how many things stay the same. But what the hell is “Legends”? Did Senior Bar change its name? That sucks. “Legends” sounds like a crappy Vegas variety show. (I hope they at least kept the shuffleboard table.) And did I mention that fellow PW alum Kriegel actually found a way for us to watch the game here in Sydney? She tracked down some other Domer Down Under who apparently has some complicated Internet setup that will *hopefully* stream the game to us here. And just like that, I’m off tomorrow morning for Kegs and Eggs. Good times. (Link courtesy of my Roomater.)

Voodoo Curse?
Ma Snook recently brought down the Snook’s birthday present: two new teapots. One is a beautiful large retro-futuristic green pot, while the other is a small Alice in Wonderland pot. (This brings our number of teapots to FOUR, meaning we officially have more teapots than inhabitants. And that’s counting the cat.) Anyway, this morning Snookums went to make me a pot of berry tea from T2 and decided to use the new Alice teapot. He opened it up… and inside was a dried out wishbone. As in, an actual bone from an actual chicken. We’re perplexed. We googled to see if there’s some sort of tradition of putting wishbones in new teapots, but nothing came up. We’re hoping his Mom can provide an explanation. Otherwise there’s a disgruntled worker at the teapot factory trying to freak people out…

Ooooh. The battle of words between John Gruber and those conmen who claim to have “hacked a Macbook in 60 seconds” just got cranked up a notch. Gruber has thrown down the gauntlet and issued a challenge: “If you can hijack a brand-new MacBook out of the box, it’s yours to keep.” I love all this geeky drama. Pass the popcorn!

Spring is here! The sun is shining; the air is warm; and the guys at the printers next door are barbecuing snags and tapping a keg. Sometimes life is glorious.

“We’re sending our love scarf down the well…”
It’s kinda glurgeworthy, but I feel compelled to report that the folks of Beaconsfield are asking for help knitting a massive scarf to commemorate this year’s mine disaster. It’s supposed to be 925 meters long, because that’s how far down the two guys were trapped.

Idol Semifinal Roundup
(It’s the last one, I promise.) I ended up going 7-for-8 with my Final 8 predictions, which isn’t bad! Bobby went through (yay!) along with Joseph (meh). Of the second group of ladies, I really enjoyed Raechel‘s performance of “Dumb Things.” She seems like a great girl, but not quite enough star-quality for Idol. The less said about Rebecca and Jessica the better, I think. Lavina was awesome and I’m happy to have her be this year’s “diva.” (I don’t get Holden’s negative comments towards her though.) Does anyone not like Lisa? My sixteen-year-old self soooo wants to be her, it’s ridiculous. And how funny was it when Kyle announced her as possibly “the best thing this country’s ever produced musically,” and the camera cut to the holding pen where Lydia was very obviously the only person in the WHOLE STUDIO not on their feet clapping? Her performance bored me to tears, too. More Whitney friggin’ Houston. (Wasn’t Holden supposed to commit hara-kiri at that or something?) So Lisa and Lavina went through as God intended.

Now, the wildcards. Quite frankly, I was surprised at how many guys were selected. I thought they were trying to keep everything 50-50 male/female this year? I’m still fairly happy with who was selected though. I’m hoping for Chris, Brendan, and Ricky to make it through, and maybe one of the girls. I just wish Klancie would stop bawling all the time!