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What am I selling on Ebay today? Let the Revolution begin... *You can be any age to join the knitting revolution. It's not just grannies any more. *To join, just grab the nearest pointy things, and tie them to the nearest string-like substance. Wave them enthusiastically in the air, yelling passionate cries such as "och aye the noo!" *The revolution requires that you supply your own weapons. Er, needles. *Knitting can be sexy. Sure, it can. Go to knitty and be inspired! *Knit in public, and if anyone looks at you funny, you've always got a sharp metal thing handy with which to poke their soft bits. *Get all knitting-zen on people. Then when you really let your hair down, you can get away with it, because you're "that nice person, who knits". *insert evil laugh here* *Oh, yeah, almost forgot. The revolution will not be televised. Or... something like that. I moved to Canberra last November, and am now involved in the best Canberra knitting group! ... so any locals or visitors interested, go on over to Canberra Stich N Bitch yahoo group and join us in our dark endeavours! I mean, creative meeting of minds... er, yeah. Something like that. We meet at Starbucks in Civic on the first Thursday evening of every month, and the third Sunday of the month at 2pm. Come along! If you feel shy, feel free to post online first, or email someone to ask a few questions. :):):) If you want, use the contact button and I'll give you my details so we can get in touch. Always happy to get the interesting people of Canberra out of the woodwork... I know you're there, ya just hard to find sometimes *chuckle* Sydney Knitting Adventures continue at "my" previous knitting group in Newtown: Meet up for coffee, cake, and knitting adventures galore at Barmuda Cafe, Australia Street Newtown. It's opposite the police station, and across the intersection from Newtown Train Station. See the SSK Website for details :D You, and this many other people with a cramp in their forefinger: Interesting in knitting, and what other knitters are doing? Or are you just bored, or farting off at work while the boss ain't watching? Well then, I have just the thing to keep you busy for hours on end... go exploring the wonderful world of knitting blogs. Can you believe there's so many of us? I have my favourite blog-days, and these are some of them: A hairy tale Horn-y knitter Musical tongs God on the brain Blogging from behind a mask Creativity and productivity I am SUCH a nerd Deliver me from Swedish furniture Feminist backlash Modern beauty is a myth Instant karma’s gonna getcha Go feminism Harris the Well Clad Fish The love is in the food Embarrassment, Humiliation and Joy Booty The birth of a grammar avenger Beetles Traffic Lights, part 1 Spawn of Satan Traffic Lights, part 2 A long time ago, in a knitting bag far, far away... And my other blog, complete with a few little patterns: http://miscsqueak.blogdrive.com  
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School's in...! After two weeks of running about like a blue arsed thingummy for the last 2 weeks, getting lots of uni work done and trying to find a school for Angel, it's finally happened! Whoo hoo! I won't carry on with a whole lot of details, but Angel is very excited and looking forward to starting on Monday (who would have thought??? LOL) So we hooned about all over town on the motorbike today, looking for school shoes and causing traffic accidents. Angel does look pretty cute on the back of the bike, hehe... I'm working on the knitty cap at the moment, but not getting a whole lot done, since I did the start-frog-start-frog-start routine for a bit there, and then got too drunk at SUMS camp to work on it. (Come to our concert!!! They're on 29th and 30th May, 8pm and 3pm respectively) This is what the beginning of the cap looks like:  For anyone who remembers, and was wondering, we completed our psych study of the attitudes towards women depending on their breast size. Unfortunately, neither of our hypotheses were supported, that is, (1) people in general don't actually find women with bigger breasts more attractive, and (2) it seems people don't make judgements about a woman based on this. How about that? We had found a study which had shown people make negative judgements about a woman with bigger breasts regarding her morality and intelligence, but the thing is that people usually make positive judgements (sometimes erroneously) about people who are attractive. The exception is women who are exceptionally attractive, who are then subject to a lot of criticism. Bah! Anyway, our tutor suggested that people these days consider a more androgynous form attractive, and so maybe next time we can look at thinness in relation to this sort of stuff. So there you go girls, forget the plastic surgery, it makes no bloody difference! However, everyone still expects you to diet!!! Oh yay, joy and glee. *rolls eyes* Finally, just a quick rant tangenting off from that... *grin* Doctored photos. Yuck! The whole adjustment of photos, especially models in magazines, makes me sick. Breasts, legs, butts, eyes, pores, lips, necks... nothing is safe from the cutting tool of photo-shop. Just to make my point, this photo was used recently in an ad campaign, and there was something so wrong about it, I couldn't stop staring. After a while it occurred to me that the model has a skinny chicken-neck. Oh yeah baby. That's SO attractive. *snort*  When I started looking even closer, other adjustments became apparent. This is so wrong! People get the most screwed up idea of what their body is meant to look like because of these sorts of photos. They've painted in her cleavage (look closely now!), they've made the front of her left breast smaller to make it perkier-looking, I think they've also thinned out her arms (look at her right arm where it shows up against the white background) and probably thinned out her stomach between the left hand and the leg, and maybe even the top of the left thigh. Actually, that whole right breast is just really weird-looking, like a bizarre melon-like bucket-shaped appendage coming from somewhere near the armpit. Ewk. And that neck! *retch* Anyway, on that charming note, I'm off to hit the text books for a while! The Bald Man wants to go to an 11.50 screening of Troy *shakes head in matronly fashion* hehehe... Posted at 8:53 pm by monnsqueak
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