Thursday, March 31, 2005
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The 25 Best Ever REM Songs. You know, I was totally in agreement with this guy from the beginning, nodding my head and murmuring "Hell yes!" each time he name-checked yet another of my favorites (especially the obscure ones that give me a secret thrill from owning, like the "Where's Captain Kirk?" fan club single which I hope is still in my Mom's basement somewhere), until it all came to a screeching halt at #5: "Sweetness Follows." HUH? I hate that song! And where's "Man on the Moon," surely one of the best-written songs of the 90's? So lift out "Sweetness Follows" and replace it with "Man on the Moon" and we're in business. (Max questions the #1 pick but I can kinda see it, especially since Stipe commented during Unplugged that it was his favorite REM song.) I also thought of a few Honorable Mentions that, while I wouldn't necessarily put in the Top 25, are definitely in the Top 30: the Untitled song at the end of Green, "Wendell Gee," "The Flowers of Guatemala," "Half a World Away," and "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?" Interesting omissions: "The One I Love," "Everybody Hurts," the last couple radio singles. Again, can't really disagree too much there. For me, Life's Rich Pageant is the most overlooked album of the bunch. (Original link courtesy of Max.)
Oh, and why am I suddently all obsessed with REM? BECAUSE WE'RE SEEING THEM TONIGHT!
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Ebert takes on the Creationists. Woo!
"I Was an Ice Cream Man." That always used to be my brother's dream in elementary school. (Part Two is here.)
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
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Okay, straight up y'all: Have any of you ever been to Weight Watchers? Stop giggling. I had a minor reality check last week when I stepped on the scales and confirmed that yes, I've gained back half the weight I lost during our Atkins phase. HALF. And the sad, sad truth of it is that I know exactly why: I don't go to the gym anymore and I've been on a six month carb bender. The gym situation happened gradually; I started my new job and I was so tired from standing all day that I rarely went. Eventually my membership expired and I just kinda shrugged, "Whatev." We've tried some various things - swimming in the morning, walking, etc. - but I'm just not a morning person. So I need to do something in the evenings, and I'm JUST NOT MOTIVATED. At all. And then the junk food situation... That's all my fault. Well, and the Snook's. We enable each other. We enjoy food too much. We're irresponsible. We tried to go back on the low-carb... but pancakes. And fresh bread. We can't push them away again. So what's a girl to do? It turns out that there are several WW meetings in the city within thirty seconds' walk of the shop, so I'm considering it. I just don't know. Is it a scam? Will it be cheesy? Will it actually work?
Anyone? Bueller, Bueller...?
Moblog:
 My own private sweatshop
My Irish backpacker Elaine hard at work scanning kits for the upcoming re-launch of the TC website...
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Monday, March 28, 2005
Awww, man, Rob took the cutest picture of Dr. Amy Jones! And I have no idea what I'm doing in this one.
Check out these new pictures from the upcoming Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire movie. It appears that Harry and Ron really are going through a "shaggy late Beatles phase" (™Kevin), but you know what? I love it! Daniel Radcliffe is getting seriously hot in that non-threatening, beautiful way girls love. I mean, look at that picture. Peter Jackson could've waited ten years and made the exact same LotR with Daniel as Frodo. *sigh*
I just discovered the Knitty Shop. Man, I think I really, really need a "Yarn Ho" sweatshirt.
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There's only one way to eat a brace of coneys...
Happy Easter! We celebrated in true blasphemous fashion by eating The Easter Bunny. Seriously. I had been hesitant - "Will it have a face?" I asked - but in the end the smells won me over. It was really good. (Big thanks to Rodd's nanny for getting us a La Creuset casserole.) It actually reminded me a lot of chicken, but in a good way. We also had lots of taters (precious), and salad and veg and bread and everything good. And now I need to sleep for 24 hours to process all these carbs.
Oh, and I tried the egg mold Jigglers again, and they didn't work again. They always break in half. I suck.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
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Those responsible for the sacking have just been sacked...
It appears the BBC have tracked down the person responsible for leaking the first new Dr. Who episode and given them a right sacking. I may, um, have watched the first bit of it as an unnamed person (*cough*Snook*cough*) managed to download it. The new doctor looks very dashing in his leather coat. I was like, "Whoa, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Daleks!"
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Good grief. I just spent ten minutes trying to help some teenager pick out an appropriate sewing needle. She said she wanted really thick and preferably sharp. I figured she was doing some bookbinding or leatherwork. Finally she settled on a tapestry needle. "What are you using it for?" I asked. "My friend's going to pierce her own tongue." "GAHHHHHH," I groaned. "Don't use that one. It's as blunt as a ball-point pen." And then I mentally barfed. I cringed enough watching a professional pierce Adam on Mythbusters; I can't imagine the idiot that would try to do it themself.
Friday, March 25, 2005
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The Snook seems to have been able to solve the video stuttering problems so I've uploaded a new version of the Better Homes & Gardens clip. It's slightly smaller and lower quality (and it cuts off the stupid Knit Club joke), but at least it plays straight through!
Me: Hey, Snookums... I just found this site in my referrers. The guy is writing about uses for old record albums and mentions my Carpenters purse. Isn't that neat? *giggle*
Him: Mmm-hmm. What's so funny?
Me: The writer refers to me as a "he"! He thinks that since you're in the pictures, you're the person that made the handbag!
Him: Hey! Now everybody's gonna think I'm Snookums the Big Gay Carpenters Fan!
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Okay, it kinda makes me want to barf, but my sister insists this story is w-g worthy: Woman Finds Human Finger in Fast-Food Chili. That is awful. However, I love that they have to qualify it as a "human" finger, lest you think it was a chicken finger or something. And wasn't a health scare the whole reason that Dave Thomas started doing the ads way back when in an attempt to rehabilitate the company's image? Poor Dave is probably rolling around in his grave. (And giving them the finger, of course. I couldn't resist.)
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
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Oh. My. God. I just got back from giving a knitting lesson to an Academy Award winner! NO SHIT. I am so absolutely flabbergasted right now. Here's what happened. A few weeks ago Albert mentioned that he'd had a request for a private knitting class, except that the woman wanted to do them in her office (not the shop as usual). He thought that her interests sounded like my type of stuff, so I got the job. He drove me over tonight after work. I didn't even know the client's name; I only got the name of her personal assistant. As we pulled up to the address, Albert blurted out, "Holy crap. It's a friggin' mansion!" My curiosity was totally piqued. I was ushered in and asked to wait in a lobby. Here's my inner monologue...
Hmm. There's a giant 1920's Moulin Rouge poster on the wall behind me. And wow, those Indian saris and elephants over there are pretty cool... And hmm, the assistant just mentioned that 'Catherine' would be ready for me shortly... Oh my god, could this be Catherine Martin?! There's no way. There's no way I'm going to be giving knitting lessons to someone who's won both Academy and Tony Awards for her costume design. I'm insane. It's not her.
So then I met her and we had our lesson and she was really lovely, but the whole time I was still a little unsure. I asked her at one point, "This is a great place. What do you guys do here?" And she's like, "We're a film production company, and we live upstairs." I was like, "Mmm-hmmm(!)" And finally the confirmation: one of the many people buzzing around stuck their head in to discuss something with her, and I finally heard the magic word "Baz." Afterwards I said, "Okay, that gave it away! I thought I recognized you!" And she was really, really nice about it. How cool is that? I was like, "Wow, I really admire your costume work. I had no idea you were into knitting!" And she's actually really good at it; we've got some interesting and challenging projects to work on. I'm excited!
Oh, and as I was leaving, the assistant was like, "I know it's weird, but we need you to sign this confidentiality agreement," which I was totally expecting. It was all about not mentioning any specific projects or work that I might see while I'm there. And I'm like, "That's cool; no problem. But one question: Can I tell my friends I'm giving her lessons? Because they're gonna go nuts!" And she laughed and said it was okay. So that's all I'm going to say about it, because CM (that's what her mates call her) is really awesome and I totally respect her privacy and I'm so excited to get to work with her!
And now I'm going to go eat some dinner and spaz out. Thank you.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
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Good grief. What a Blustery Day. It feels like bloody England outside! And that is why we're snuggled up warm indoors with sausages, mash, and beer.
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Pet Pillows. Oh my God. So you're saying that even after my beloved puss-puss dies, I can still have her hair all over my sofa cushions? That's just wrong. (Link courtesy of John.)
Monday, March 21, 2005
Whenever I read Go Fug Yourself (which is never often enough), I always hear the posts aloud in my head in Tara D's voice. The writing and humor just really remind me of her.
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Peeps Lip Balm. That is so heinous I'm not going to be able to sleep at night. The horror! (Link courtesy of Cousin Jenny.)
Saturday, March 19, 2005
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We watched the weirdest movie the other night: Bugsy Malone. The Snook deliberately TiFauxed it last week because he'd seen it as a kid. I was like, "Wait, what? It's a gangster movie but they're all played by little kids?" That's not even the weird part. The bad guys shoot tommy guns loaded with whipped cream. The kids all dance and break into song but the songs are dubbed over with grownups' voices. (And a lot of the voices sound like Bob Dylan.) A pre-pubescent Jodie Foster plays a gangster's moll named Tallulah. And the weirdest bit of all? Scott Baio plays Bugsy. That's right, CHACHI IS THE STAR. You can imagine how I rushed to Ebert's site afterwards to see his no-doubt savage take on this cinematic stinker. But no, Uncle Rog gave it a full 3.5 stars. That means he thought it was as good as Annie Hall. The mind boggles.
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 It's all about me and the make-up guy.
As you might've seen in the comments of the previous post, the "pub knitting" filming I went to last month has finally been televised. I'm not in it very much, but there's a nice shot of me helping the make-up guy fix his fake-knitting and you can definitely see the "I Heart Knitting" shirt. Click on the screenshot to watch the whole thing. (File is 5MB.) But yeah, whatever. It's pretty lame. I can't believe they used the "First Rule of Knit Club" joke for the commercial bumper. We also filmed a LOT more than they ended up using (which is weird considering they clearly use at least one shot twice). They don't mention any details about the knitting group and never even name the pub. It was a meaningless bit of filler to promote some stupid novelty blanket pattern in their latest issue. Bah, humbug.
Note: Please let me know if you have any problems with the video. It lags and stutters on my Mac but the Snook swears up and down it runs perfectly on his Linux desktop, therefore mine must be the problem. Just so you know.
Friday, March 18, 2005
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Works in Progress
As you can see, I've currently got three projects on the needles. The first is a sample pair of socks for the shop using some new self-patterning wool we got. The second is the Cheesylove sweater from Knitty that I started almost exactly a year ago. (I recently frogged it back and started over.) And the third is a cabled throw of my own invention. Read on for details. [more...]
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Pornographic Latch Hook Kits. Definitely not safe for browsing at work! I love it when people take traditional craft and do non-traditional things with it though. The Snook's grandma has offered to make us a tapestry as a wedding gift, so we're looking for something as cheesy as possible. And since "Dogs Playing Poker" is seemingly unavailable, a nice 70's soft-focus nude might just do the trick. (Link courtesy of Awful Cufflinks.)
Thursday, March 17, 2005
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Freedom Poncho Über Alles!
Man, Martha's poncho is everywhere! Thank God she's not popular in Australia, though. I have enough poncho requests as it is. (Links courtesy of Manda.)
Another good BBC story: "Female chromosome has X-factor." It's about the X chromosome and how new research has shown that females are much more genetically diverse than males. Pretty fascinating stuff. Oh, and there's a picture of a lovely tortoiseshell cat!
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Bill Bryson is still talking about how much he loves Australia. Seriously, if you haven't read his Down Under, you really should. It's not only hilarious; it also explains why most people who visit this country never want to leave.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
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To parrot a rather grotesque Australian phrase, I'm full as a tick. The Snook took me out for my birthday dinner to Buon Ricordo, perennially recognized as Sydney's best Italian restaurant. It did not disappoint. For the first course I had the signature dish: Fettucine al tartufovo. Basically, it was served as a plate of fettucine with cream sauce, with a lightly fried egg on top. The secret, the waiter told me, was that the egg (in the shell) had been sitting next to truffles for a while so it sucks up the flavor. Then they grate lots of parmesan on top and toss the whole thing right in front of you, so the egg and cream and cheese get all mixed up and melty together. I'd never had truffle before so I didn't know what to expect. To be honest, if I didn't know it was in there I probably wouldn't have guessed. It was just a very, very subtle garlicky, earthy, musty sort of flavor. Very yummy. It was basically the fanciest mac-and-cheese I've ever eaten in my life. The Snook had some sort of seafood thing - calamari and mussels - that he enjoyed a lot. For the mains, I had the roast duck. Again, it was a first for me, and it was so good. Crispy with just the right amount of delicious fat on top, with broccoli and ginger and chili around it. Snookums had the Tournedos alla Rossini, which was a big fillet of beef wrapped in pancetta with a total Iron-Chef-style slab of foie gras on top. (Sakai-san would've been so proud.) We washed down our excellent dinners with a bottle of pinot - thankfully Sideways wasn't nearly so popular here so you don't feel like a git for ordering it - and even managed to cram in some dessert. All in all, a very satisfying evening. I'd probably rank it as tied for second with Bennelong in my Sydney dining list (Rockpool remains #1). The food was better than Bennelong, but nothing can compete with the harbour view. The service was really fantastic. I remarked at one point to the Snook: "You hear about 'professional' waiters, but it isn't til you come to a place like this that actually see them." They were attentive without being annoying and seemed genuinely eager to give us a great night out. I feel like it would be a great out-of-the-way place to take visitors...
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Happy birthday to me...
Well, it's not exactly cake, but toasted homemade bread with Nutella and a tealight on top (served in bed) are close enough!
Monday, March 14, 2005
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Oh, good grief. Knit Martha's poncho. I am disgusted to admit we're planning a poncho window display for the shop. (Link courtesy of Amy.)
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Hoey alerted me that there's going to be a Sydney MetaFilter Meetup on April 1st, if anybody's interested. Unfortunately that's our five year anniversary so I'll have to miss this one...
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The couch isn't the only thing that's changed color around here lately... (Only three days til I turn 28, and as you can see, I'm still fighting it.)
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 Eggbert the Easter Chick
Check out my new favorite holiday creation! A nice lady came in the shop the other day looking for wool to duplicate a little knitted chick a friend had given her. I squealed like a girl, especially once I turned the chick over. How cute is that? The lady told me I could copy her handwritten pattern if I wanted. That night I whipped up a prototype and set to altering the pattern (so as not to infringe copyright; I don't know where the customer's friend got the pattern in the first place). My version has a slightly rounder head and short rows in the tail to make it flip up. The pattern is currently available for free in the shop, but I'll reproduce it here for the rest of the world. They're really quick to make; I've done four already. Hooray for stash-busting! Happy knitting... [more...]
For the record, the Snook and I are firmly on the Rob and Amber Love Train for this season of Amazing Race. Some folks think Rob's just "smarmy and sneaky," and you know what? He totally is. That's what we love about him! Paying the bus guy not to tell anybody else the information? Genius. Paying the driver not to open the other door? More genius. Making the other teams foot the bribe? Priceless evil genius. Here's the thing though: Devising strategems and trying to screw the other guy over never works unless you can actually back it up by being a good racer. And Rob and Amber are currently kicking the race's ass. He's workin' the Spanish. He correctly predicted the money issues on the shopping trip. And he owned that book detour. Go team Boston!
Friday, March 11, 2005
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Gandalf on Corrie. *blink blink*
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That 70's CouchCam.
Do not be alarmed, and do not attempt to adjust your computer monitor. Our couch is indeed a new shade of lovely, nubbly brown. You may also notice our new orange end tables and our rockin' display of retro bar gear. The dream of having a 1977 living room is starting to come true, my friends. (Thank heavens IKEA didn't have a bear rug, or the Snook would've had that too.)
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Dammit. After working so well, my comment spam tactics seem to be getting less effective. Some jerk managed to slip several through the cracks today. They've figured out the link limit. Crap. Now I need a new idea.
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My eyes! Helen's found an even more disturbing mancho. (Can we come to a consensus on the plural of "mancho"? I tend to think it's just "mancho" myself, mostly because "manchoes" looks kinda gross.)
He said yes. Awww, man, Ron and Marlin are engaged! What a sweet proposal. Congratulations, guys.
Colorization Using Optimization. Wow. That sounds really boring and technical, but check it out anyway because it's actually mind-blowingly cool. Those video clips at the end are so neat. (Link courtesy of Ernie's mini-blog.)
John Gruber tells Think Secret: "You're no New York Times." And you know what? I agree with him. People are jumping all over this lawsuit as some sort of sky-is-falling, First Amendment, bloggers-versus-The-Man type of thing, when in reality it's about a crappy gossip site publishing trade secrets and trying to claim it's legitimate journalism. It's laughable. I also don't buy the argument that Think Secret's "reporting" is good for Apple and that it doesn't hurt the company. Gruber effectively debunked that myth for me a few months ago.
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BreadBlog: The Snook made our third batch this morning: Coffee and Walnut bread. YUM. He again set the machine last night to have the bread ready for breakfast. This time it worked perfectly! I wonder if the caking problem we had last time was because it was a prepackaged mix and this one was from scratch. All I know is, waking up to the smell of fresh-baked bread only to discover that the Snook has left a buttered slice and a glass of milk beside the bed for me makes for the Best. Morning. Ever.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
It seems that a rare sheep mutation may spell the end for "mulesing." We chatted about this recently at the Tapestry Craft Stitch and Bitch. Mulesing is the process by which the wool and skin is physically torn off a sheep's bum to prevent something known as "fly rot," which is really gross and involves flies laying eggs in the sheep's skin. So, yeah, mulesing is pretty harsh, but so's having maggots breeding in living flesh, right? (As the resident dumb American, I wondered aloud to the group why the sheep would have this difficulty, as it seems like something that evolution would've selected against. Turns out it's not the sheep's fault; it's because Australia has entirely the wrong climate to raise them. It's hot and humid and infested with big nasty flies. So now you know.) Anyway, it's good to know that there may be a genetic way around the issue. PETA has been agitating for some time for international wool buyers to boycott Aussie wool, and it'd be a shame to let the local industry die out over something that maybe can be fixed.
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Hey, Rob took a picture of me knitting!
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Oh my! Bride and Prejudice is finally out! I'm so excited. And wow, Ebert has a serious crush on the star.
Moblog:
 Bork bork bork!
Swedish meatballs at the biggest IKEA in the southern hemisphere. We are on a mission from god... to find bookcases!
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Wednesday, March 9, 2005
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The Death Knell for the Atkins Plan
There is a simple explanation for my lack of blogging this week: I have been shamelessly stuffing my face with beautiful, delicious carbs. Oh yes, we bought a bread machine. "Of course, we'll just use it to make low-carb bread and pizza dough," we rationalized. That didn't last long. The Snook started researching recipes on the Internet, and suddenly his inner baking demon - starved for activity for nearly two years - broke free. We spent over a hundred dollars at the grocery store last night just on bread-making supplies. We got, like, five different kinds of flour (including one ten-pound bag), spices, powdered milk, nuts, fruit, sun-dried tomatoes, potato flakes, yeast, seeds, honey, butter, everything. And now we're eating it all. We're fat, but man, are we happy.
 
In the event you want to enable our addiction, does anybody know any can't-miss bread machine recipes we should try? We'll also take any technical tips you have. I made my first loaf last night from a mix, and it was also our first attempt at using the timer feature to have the bread ready just as we got out of bed in the morning. It wasn't perfect though, mostly because the flour and water seem to have caked up overnight and hence there was a bit of lumpy, unblended flour at the bottom of the loaf. It still tasted good, but we want to work out the kinks. Anybody else experience this?
I'm not sure what the point of horizontal corduroy pants is, but their website is so cheeky and fun that I'm almost tempted to get the Snook a pair. He wears through his cords so quick. But - eek! - eighty-eight dollars? I could sew him a pair for less than that.
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Schmaltz-O-Rama
As I'm sure the other ND alumni did, I received in my inbox today an invitation to check out lovetheenotredame.nd.edu. "Self," I said, "I bet you dollars to donuts this is a treacly Flash movie set to a plinky-plonky piano that will make you feel all warm and nostalgic, only to leave you slightly cold with the plea for donations at the end." I was not disappointed. That's not to say it isn't well done; ND's marketing is always really spiffy and professional. It's just that it's become utterly predictable to me. (And I admit I snorted a little when I noticed that both pictures in the "dreams come true" frame are of minority students.)
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This Craft Corner Death Match thing sounds pretty interesting. Does anybody know what channel it's on? Not that I'm likely to get it here, but I may be able to talk Mom into taping it for me if it's good. Or maybe I could just invite Amy and Helen over and we can recreate it at home!
You have three balls of Feathers, two bin liners, a Dremel, a dozen pipe cleaners, and an assortment of novelty hole punches. Today's Challenge: create a poncho suitable for a dethroned craft queen's re-emergence into polite society. GO!
Note to self: If the Deep-Fried Feast ever goes ahead, be sure to include Beer-Battered Asparagus as a starter. That looks yum!
These statistics on women are so stupid. Ooh, half of Aussie women are uninterested in sex? We're sedentary and have negative body issues? Is this a surprise to anybody? The real wonder is why they didn't go on to point out that those percentages basically apply to women in Western countries across the board. They're making it out like the women here are some sort of exception, when in my experience that's just not the case.
Sunday, March 6, 2005
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As the Aussies knitters are well-aware, the poncho craze has finally landed on our shores. I'm so over it already. The poncho is officially this year's Feathers scarf, mark my words. The only fun left to be had is in mocking the people who wear really daggy ones. Gadgetgirl has found an example of one of the rarest (and ugliest) breeds: the Man-cho. Good grief. Could that poor male model look any more like Derek Zoolander? Actually, thanks to me, he can. I should so make the Snook one of these and embroider "Blue Steel" on the front.
Bookmarking for Later: Great AskMeFi response about getting the Snook a U.S. green card someday...
Friday, March 4, 2005
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The Snook is the resident Italian cooking expert, but since I have Fridays off and he doesn't, I figured it was my turn to treat him to a nice dinner of risotto. So I found a recipe for Asparagus Risotto and headed to the shops. I decided to add a bit of protein with chicken breast but otherwise I pretty much stuck to the recipe as written. The Snook was dubious about the addition of cream and rosemary but he became a convert in the end. It was delicious. I was worried that I'd added too much broth and it was too soupy, but ultimately it glommed together just right into the perfect melange of blessed, blessed carbs. Yum. Highly recommended.
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The sight of my own dear husband darning his socks this morning prompted me to take action... by asking MetaFilter for advice. Are there any socks he can't put a hole in?
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Congratulations to Kirsty, who just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Miranda. Bloggers are gettin' married and havin' sprogs all over the place!
Thursday, March 3, 2005
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You know what's funny? Flipping through your Wedding Guestbook to discover that your cat signed it. Bwa ha ha! (Thanks, Helen.)
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 Mama's Got a Brand New Bag
Remember when I ordered my new handbag? Well, it finally came! How cute is this? The album is "Standing Up for Love" by the Three Degrees (but it has a zipper so I can change it later). It's so nice and roomy; it fits all my daily stuff plus a book comfortably! Two big thumbs up.
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How Dirty Are You? (No, this has nothing to do with that vibrating "Eye Massager.") I initially thought the link was a "answer-as-applies-to-you" type quiz, so I answered all the questions with regards to our house in hopes of getting some type of Dirtiness Quotient. But really, it's just a quiz to see how much you know about germs. It cracked me up when the results came back and each one was like, "WRONG!" Because seriously, we're filthy. The only ones we "got right" were closing the lid when you flush (mostly just because we got in the habit of keeping it closed when we got the cat), and not using the dish scrubber to wipe down the counters (because the Snook gets grossed out by it). Our mattress probably weighs five times what it did when we got it. But hey, aren't we doing the rest of you a favor? We're getting exposed to all the superbugs and helping build up the gene pool's immunity. It's the neat freaks with Lysol fixations that are the real worry for humanity. (Link courtesy of Ron, the dirty toilet sprayer.)
Wednesday, March 2, 2005
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Roger Ebert has learned that there's a possibility that Marshall Field's will be bought out and turned into a Macy's, and he's spitting mad about it. I wish somebody in Sydney had organized a similar protest last year when Grace Brothers turned into Myer. Grace Brothers had a history in this town, and I don't care how much Coles Myer saved on advertising costs by rebranding. You shouldn't mess with local history.
Tuesday, March 1, 2005
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Eye Massager with USB Port. *blink, blink* Huh, whuuuuut? (Or maybe that should be *wink wink*?) (Link courtesy of John, who seems to have a much less dirty mind than I do.)
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 More Fun With Vinyl: Record Album Guestbook
It all started with another of Amy's suggestions; namely, that we should have a Guestbook at our reception. The ones in the shop all seemed so boring and traditional though. Then I had a flash of inspiration: I'd cut up an Elvis record and use it as the covers! The result you see before you. It took the Snook and I about an hour or so, and it was a convenient excuse to finally buy a power drill. There was also the side benefit of making some bitchin' vinyl cuffs out of the excess. Read on for our tutorial...
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I was just reading this AskMetaFilter thread about whether you store your drinking glasses rightside-up or upside-down, and I thought to myself, "Well, of course I store mine upside-down, as my Mom always did and as any right-minded person would." And then I had this weird momentary freakout where I thought maybe that was wrong, and that the Snook has surreptitiously been re-programming me to put them rightside-up, and I had to actually go to the kitchen and check to see if I was right. They're upside-down. Whew.
I'm married to Topher Grace.
My sister has definitively settled the issue. Heh. (Between Rodd-as-Topher and my brother-as-Andy-Roddick, I should seriously start up a celebrity lookalike business, don't you think?)
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More Fun With Vinyl: Record Album Guestbook
