I’m happy to report that the latest Rowan magazine (number 40) is now in stock at the shop! I’m also THRILLED to tell you that it’s not nearly so wacky as the last one. Although it does contain knitted suspenders. And a full-length knitted ballgown that probably costs as much as my computer. Okay, so it’s a little wacky.
Month: September 2006 (page 3 of 10)
Other than missing my family, there isn’t a lot of stuff that makes me think, “Man, I really wish we lived in the US.” But you know what does? HALLOWEEN. I know, I know. You’re saying, “Kris, what about your dream of bringing this fine holiday to the Australian people? Don’t give up the dream!” And you’re right. It’s just hard! Especially when I see all the truly awesome Halloween stuff you can get in the States that simply doesn’t exist here. To whit: I-Mockery’s Ultimate Guide to the Halloween Candy of 2006. That? IS AMAZING. God, I hope Mom is sending me some of that in her care package! (Link courtesy of Bex, who probably didn’t mean to bring on such a bout of melancholy and nostalgia, but it’s cool.)
At last! Photographic proof of my acceptance within the Sydney goth knitting community… 🙂
Ooh, NIDA are putting on one of the most memorable plays I saw in London: Shopping and F**king. I wonder if the Snook’s up for a night at the theater? I don’t even remember the plot, other than lots of references to sodomy and ramen noodles.
I went for a run this morning and found myself smack dab in the middle of the ABC strike. Huh. I wondered what that was all about.
“Karma is a bizzle, yo.”
All controvery aside, I thought the Survivor premiere this year was excellent. I liked that each group sorta had their own dynamic and issues to deal with. Their good humor about the ethnic divisions was enough to dispel any worries I had about the non-PC aspect. And yeah, give it up for the Asians! Anything that gets more hot, competent Koreans on the screen is a good thing in my books.
Austrian scientists suggest “that for a man, sharing a bed can momentarily decrease brain power.” Apparently we women disturb their sleep and stress them out, while we ourselves sleep too deeply to be affected. Unfortunately this study is FLAWED, because they failed to introduce the “F” factor. (That stands for “effing feline.”) Dr. Amy Jones has decided that since the sun is coming up earlier, she should get her breakfast a little bit earlier every day too. She got me up at 5am yesterday. The Snook somehow sleeps right through her ploys, whereas I go through a five stage process: 1) being rudely awakened by the feeling of four pounds of cat sitting on my stomach; 2) rolling violently from side to side to get her off me while I try to get back to sleep; 3) passive-aggressively wishing the Snook would wake up and deal with her while I frantically kick out with both legs at the foot of the bed, where she’s scratching; 4) throwing myself out of bed dramatically and stomping to the kitchen, where I kick open her automatic feeder and tell her to choke on it; 5) seething for half an hour in bed while recognizing that I should never, ever have children. AND DO YOU THINK THAT’S GOOD FOR MY MENTAL STATE, FANCY PANTS AUSTRIAN SCIENTISTS? I DON’T THINK SO. (Original rant-prompting link from Christopher, who has his own bed and no doubt sleeps the sleep of the blessed and just.)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOEY! My little little brother turns five today, and he sang me a cheery song about it on the phone. Love you, bubby!
These are all from the Garbericks’ visit to Australia earlier this year. The first is me and Joey standing amidst the fountains at Darling Harbour. Next (my absolute favorite shot) is Snookums, Joey, and me kneeling at the Opera House railing and looking out over Circular Quay. Third is Joey modeling the Snook’s Boba Fett helmet and showing off some light saber action. Lastly is me and my little brother out in our garden.
I forgot to mention that my Mom is now actively selling her quilts on both eBay and her own website: Heartland Quilt Company. One of those will definitely keep you warm this winter!
Murphy’s Friggin’ Law
Last night we moved everything out of the knitting shop so we could get the carpet steam cleaned. It looked gorgeous. Within four hours this morning, a customer spilled fruit salad all over it.