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The Snook and I have often contemplated how nice it would be to eat like the cat. You know, just have a box of “food” that you could dump in a bowl and eat without having to worry about deciding and shopping and cooking and cleaning… (I know we’re foodies, but we’re lazy foodies.) Anyway, turns out we’re not the only ones with this idea! This guy is trying to subsist for a week on nothing but MonkeyChow, “a complete and balanced diet for the nutrition of primates, including the great apes.” Neat!

Heh. First there was the Knitting Olympics; now there’s the Tour de Fleece! If you spin, you should enter. (Much like Mary-Helen, I will not spin. No, I will not spin.)

Last night’s weigh-in was a bit of a backslide, but I expected that. I’ve been slacking off on my exercise since the Sale started (mostly because I’m just tired) and the cold, wet weather makes me want to sit at home and eat (and I’ve been giving in to the impulse). I know I can bounce back from it though. The Snook and I have officially entered the City 2 Surf and today was our first training day. We went on a nice jog through Glebe and Forest Lodge. Right now we’re planning on sticking to the “Fun Run” training plan but with an additional workout per week from the Competitive plan. Oh, and I entered us in the “Husband and wife under 34” team competition. Go Team Howard-Snook!

Look what came in the mail yesterday… It’s my World Wide Knit in Public Day shirt! Only four days til the big event. I’m going to put up some signs in the shop today and send out a few mass e-mails. Do you think I should call the Cafe and give them a heads-up about the hordes of knitters that will be descending up on them this weekend?

Beastly Mispronunciations. The big shocker there for me was medieval. I’ve been complaining about the Brits’ and the Aussies’ habit of giving this word four syllables for years. Turns out I’m wrong! My world is spun.

Check out all the bad mutants! (That’s our new code word for goths, courtesy of X-Men 3.)

Hey, I didn’t even realize it was Devil’s Day! So if any of you crazy evangelicals are worried that the world is going to end, you can unclench. It’s been 06/06/06 for nearly eleven hours Down Under and I’m happy to report that all is well. (Except for the annoying Italian in pink Ugg boots who pushed in front of the Snook on the bus this morning and then sat down next to me, stealing his seat. She was clearly a minion of Satan.)

A pigeon flew into the shop this morning and is sitting upstairs above the heating vent. I repeat, A WILD BIRD IS CURRENTLY IN THE SAME BUILDING AS ME. I may have to hyperventilate.

Update: The bird has left the building. Danny has once again come to my rescue as the Trapper of Feral Creatures. Hooray!

Manage your headphone cords with crochet. Neat!