The 10 Greatest Sci-Fi Films Never Made. Neat.

Sustainable Chippendale
Chippo was in the news again today, so I posted the story to the Life in Chippendale blog. It’s about gardening for food, and how people in the inner city are finding ways to be more self-sufficient. The Snook and I really need to start planning our garden for this year, and you know I’m still all about the chooks. I’m also really interested in this “Food for the Future” thing mentioned in the article. I can see there’s going to be a Fair in October, but does anybody know anything about these truck deliveries?

Oh-So-Literal Cakes. Those are just shocking. It reminds me of the time we playing trivia at Kelly’s Pub in Newtown, and the Snook won a minor prize of a polo shirt. He unfolded it to see “Kelly’s on King Crest” meticulously machine-embroidered on the breast. As in, the actual words, not a logo or crest. No wonder they were giving them away. (Link courtesy of John.)

Uncle Orson SUCKS

“I know it’s pointless to ask you to change your mind; bigots armed with the intransigence of religion are rarely swayed. But hopefully some of those reading this post will be forewarned that Orson Scott Card has become a poison-spouting lunatic…”

I completely and totally agree. I loved Ender’s Game as much as the next person, but I’m finding it really hard to reconcile that with the fact that its author is a bigoted homophobe who thinks I, as a straight married person, should violently overthrow the government to keep consenting adults from setting up house together. What a jerk.

Last week I had a request from Yana to translate my sock monkey tutorial into Ukrainian. I gave her the go-ahead, and she’s just posted it on her site. So if you’ve needed Ukrainian sock monkey instructions, that’s where to find them!

1930s Marital Scale. I went through it answering the Wife questions for myself and scored a dismal 24, which means I rate “Very Poor (Failure)” as a 1930s housewife. I got dinged for failure to “sew on buttons or darn socks regularly,” not keeping “self dainty, perfumed, and feminine,” and putting my “cold feet on husband at night to warm them” (among others).

Me: I scored a 24. As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure).
Snook: I rated myself as Average. We need to answer for each other and see how it compares.
Me: I think the responsibilities for men are somewhat less stringent. 🙂
Snook: There’s room for improvement. I need to provide you with more labour-saving devices, and take you out on dates.

Should consumers be able to opt-out of phone book deliveries? Yes, yes, a hundred times YES. I can’t remember the last time I’ve used a Yellow Pages. They last one they sent to us just sat forgotten by the front gate until it swelled up with rain water and split the plastic wrapper.

Click the ball to change its colour. That’s a fun little time-waster. (Link courtesy of my Grandpa Harter!)