Well, this is exciting, isn’t it? I’d be allergic to technology if it was an animal.
Update: the crontab and PHP didn’t get along, which can be fixed, but I can’t be arsed, so… no automated updates. I’m sure you’re heartbroken.
Is it just the service I’m us
ing? Or is it my phone? Inquiring minds want to know.
I’m sitting at the computer, testing the m
oblog.
Meet Nigel. Nigel is my first successful amigurumi thingamajig. I was initially going to make a rabbit following the instructions on Roxycraft, but I got taken with the idea of crocheting amigurumi paperweights — ornaments / softies with a practical use and all that. Nigel is stuffed with polyfill and has a bag of aquarium gravel wedged into his middle to give him a little more density.
Nigel is far from perfect, as I’m only beginning at crochet. The hardest part for me was working in the round, as I’m not very good at paying attention and counting stitches. I used a safety pin to mark the last stitch in a round, and was very rude to Neil as I was always trying to keep track of where I was in the stitch sequence.
The stitches aren’t too uniform, but they’re close enough for my liking and I imagine I’ll get better with practice.
Neil says he read a Chinese astrology book that said those born in the year of the rabbit (from 1975) can expect to get pregnant in the new year (year of the dog). Oo-er.
The great thing about the illustrations in The Thoughts of Chairman Miaow (thanks, Neil) are the extra bits of feline humour spied in the background of most posters. Miaow主席万岁!
Group sex among consenting adults is ‘not a threat to society’, Canadian court says. Sanity prevails.
Things like sex and religion (I love how the sound of the two just roll so naturally off my tongue), if they aren’t hurting nor forcing things on anyone, are private matters and should not be legislated.
Merry wife- and husband-swapping Christmas to you!
(No, I’m not into swinging.)
Kristen should learn to crochet so she can make this rad Yoda for husband-man.
All my life I’ve had a problem with cold hands and feet in the winter. While not severe, I dearly wish for better circulation to keep my extremities warm.
A tip from TuTu points to a trend of misbehaving Santa Clauses around the globe. We have speeding Santas, flashing Santas, bank robber Santas… I guess outsourcing must have affected the North Pole, too.
People I can safely dislike: those who took the cheap advertising option that clearly did not guarantee placement on a good page in a magazine, then later complaining about the placement not being on a good page in a magazine. I warned you and you didn’t listen. It’s my problem now?
Hurrah to the United Kingdom for legalising same-sex unions. If only the protestors understood that interpersonal relations, especially when it comes to love and sex, are a private matter.
I am currently obsessed with crochet / amigurumi (but I’m still making sock dolls). First, there was Gourmet Amigurumi, there was Jellibat, and then there was Roxy. And proving that blooging is really mainstream, even an amigurumi rabbit has got itself a Livejournal.
(Check out the Flickr tag for amigurumi.)
I’m not done with my scarf yet, but I’ve started on another idea, which shall remain secret until I’ve completed it (I’m still not 100% I’ll get it right, but if I do, it’ll be a cool first second project).
- had dinner at City Mark (we have vouchers, loads of vouchers)
- went to The House for a mint tea (and watched Seabiscuit, part of The Whole Ten Yards because it was shite, and the last half of Van Helsing, which was also shite)
- slept in (I’m beginning to wonder why I note this since I sleep in almost every day)
- went out to buy pastries for a Christmas party / gift exchange
- watched a couple of episodes of Monk
- went to said party and exchanged gifts (note to self: never, ever hand sew a sock doll as a gift for someone who doesn’t know about hand sewn sock dolls or my sense of humour — I predict it’s already in the trash)
- finished watching Monk season three (this season wasn’t as good, far too predictable)
- had an early dinner at Le Mezina
- chatted to a bunch of young punks (literally) for a couple of hours
- ate a barbecue supper
The spirit of Christmas is truly upon us: Santas go on rampage in New Zealand. Ho ho ho!
Following the links on the Tomorrow post on JB Jeyaratnam, I was dismayed to see the sort of language and poor form displayed by many of the posters on Sammyboy (but why am I surprised). As Littlespeck said, it does more of a disservice to the original poster than it does to Mr Jeyaratnam. I don’t know all of Mr Jeyaratnam’s history in politics, but I do know that he is a nice man who has done a very thankless job over the last 20-plus years. We may not necessarily agree with his politics, but he has stood firm for what he believes in, despite all the hardship that has come his way. For that, he is admirable, and I will buy and read any new books he publishes should I see him on the streets of Singapore.
Those who choose only to belittle him because he has hit on hard times should be ashamed of themselves. They would not have the courage to stand up for ANYTHING that may go against the status quo. They are weasels. If Mr Jeyaratnam ever deigned to cross swords with them, it would be a total and complete massacre. I’d pay money to see some sycophant get cut down in public like that.