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I used to be a fan of Big Brother, but I haven’t watched any of this year’s series beyond the premiere… which I only watched to reassure myself that the new crop of housemates were the most tacky, superficial, sociopathic fame whores yet. Looks like it was a good decision. That? Is ridiculous. Pull that crap off the air. It’s a train wreck. Big Brother has become a mirror showing only the worst of society.

Happy Birthday, Mom! I hope it was a nice one for you.

Thanks to Donna, Sharon, Carole, Ashling, and Mel for being such great students today. I taught my second-ever Colour Knitting Class and it was my best teaching experience yet. I think the big difference was that my students all had the prerequisites down; I could just say “cast on twenty stitches” and not have to worry about some beginner who couldn’t tell her knit from her purl. I think the pacing was good and everybody felt like they learned a new skill. I’ve got one more class coming up this semester – Socks on Two Circulars – which I’m really looking forward to. (Incidentally, spots are still available if you’re interested!)

Test Results:
POSITIVE – My application for citizenship has been formally approved! Now I just have to wait until they schedule me for a ceremony. Keep your calendars free for the big “Kris Becomes A Right Aussie Sheila” Party!

NEGATIVE – I am not, repeat, not pregnant. Officially. I’ve had an upset stomach for the past month and my insane preggers sister managed to plant a seed of paranoia in my brain, such that I actually broke down and took the test just to reassure myself. Hooray! I just have an ulcer. Bring on the beer and wine.

I’m always torn when I get the impulse to post more tales of Retail Horror. I know I must sound like a broken record to some of you, but others have told me they find these Anecdotes of Hell really funny. And God knows, it helps to get them off my chest. So here we go…

• My name is Kris. I have one (otherwise very nice) old lady who’s made repeated Internet orders and phones me up regularly, and she keeps calling me “Chrissy.” I have never been “Chrissy” (or even “Krissy”) in my life. I know she probably means it in an endearing “Grandma” sort of way, but every time she says it my teeth (and more) clench. HATE IT.
• Do me a favor. Go to the shop website. Do you see any text or mentions of our Annual Sale? You shouldn’t, because I took all that down on Monday. But I’ve nevertheless had a couple idiots turn up and say that the website said the Sale was still on. And then I have to teach them how to hit Control-R to Refresh.
• A woman rang up yesterday wanting to buy some wool for her mother to knit squares for Wraps with Love. As she was too busy and important to come into the shop, she wanted me to pick out all the colours (which I hate doing, because they invariably don’t like them). And then she asked the kicker: “What colours are in for it this season?” Ahhh, you mean the hott colours for knitting blankets for the homeless? Pink and teal. Definitely.
• I was talking about novelty wools with a lady in the shop today, and she was saying how much her granddaughter likes the fluffy and shiny ones, “because she’s a Downy.” A DOWNY. I nearly choked.

Whew. Now I feel better.

Ebert pans Superman Returns. Huh. That would probably be enough for me to pass on seeing it, if I didn’t know two people involved in the production…

July 17 is apparently Non-Photography Day. Maybe the photobloggers will have a non-meetup? 🙂

This one’s for the Snook: What is Web 2.0?

• Web 2.0 is made of 600 million unwanted opinions in realtime
• Web 2.0 is the air for the next bubble
• Web 2.0 is made of a collaborator trick to create a hive mind for the Borg Queen’s ascendancy
• Web 2.0 is these marvellous new clothes that only the emergent can see
• Web 2.0 is the vapourware output of people moving forward in pushing back the envelope of the corporate paradigm (to the sound of whalesong)

My favourite bit of the article is the the results of a poll that asked whether “Web 2.0” was a “good thing” or a “swindle.” Best. Pie Chart. Ever.

Apparently Cadbury’s is recalling a million chocolate bars that may have been tainted by salmonella. The funny bit is that they’re being all secretive about what they’re going to do with them. “[Cadbury’s] is considering removing all the wrappers and burying the bars. It will not reveal where for fear children will try to find them, says the Mail on Sunday.” Dude, I liked chocolate as a kid too, but I don’t think I’d eat an unwrapped candy bar I DUG OUT OF A DUMP.