Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Holiday Knitting

I'm finished the most pressing holiday knitting - the stuff I absolutely had to have finished by Sunday morning. Go me! Three hats, two pairs of mittens - all for the little nieces and nephews. Next on the list is the sweater for my ex, but he knows not to expect that until after Christmas.  I've offered to help his mum do some of her last-minute Christmas knitting, so that'll be on the docket for the next couple evenings.

It's good to have it done, now I can knit in a more relaxed manner.

Not sure if I mentioned this yet or not, but I finished the Mizzle shawl that I started on the 7th, and while it was supposed to be for me, I'm going to have to try to sell it, I think, with the lack of job stuff and all. So that's too bad.

Anyway.  December has been ... interesting ... so far. I'm ready for next year to get moving though.  I need to get out of this country and on with my life.

Wooden Bird

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

No More Moping (here, anyway)

I've decided to stop posting my mopey breakup stuff here. However, if you're super interested in my broken heart and how I can't get over my ex, I'll be posting that stuff over at Weak in the Knees, a blog I have started so that I can continue to catharthise without subjecting people to that.

That way, this blog will remain more about my general lifey stuff, and my crafty (mostly knitting) stuff. Nothing so depressing and tedious as someone's breakup.

Hopefully that will make it easier for people to enjoy this blog without feeling bombarded with weepy mopey "dear diary, he doesn't love me, I can't go on" stuff.  Sorry for subjected you to that before.

Wooden Bird

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Hey. I'm Fucked.

My job may have no hours for me next term.  They decided not to tell me this until te last minute, when I am already in another province, just to make it harder for me to find a backup plan for January.

I'm really in a bind here, peeps. If you can help out in any way, it would be beyond appreciated, and I would be able to feed myself and my cats and pay my rent.

I don't have my notes with me regarding the cowl, but first thing I'm going to do when I get back to Nova Scotia is write up the pattern and put it up on etsy.

Documentary Review Time!

A F a l l F r o m G r a c e :

A Review of the BBC's 2011 All Watched Over by Machines of 

 Loving Grace by Adam Curtis

“This is a story about the rise of machines”. The introduction to each of the three parts of Adam Curtis' 2011 documentary, All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace, seems straightforward enough. But far from being that simple, there are addendums and caveats to each of the three times this phrase is stated at the beginning of each part. On the surface, this documentary is exactly what it states; but in more subtle ways, it is also a story about the failure of machines and the failure of rational models when exclusively applied to just about anything that livesboth organically and metaphoricallyon the planet Earth. Most importantly, it is a story about how all this ties together to cause the market crash of 2008.

Monday, December 5, 2011


I don't think I ever showed off my tattoo! Here is a crappy webcam picture of it!

By Josh Dobbs, currently with TechFrique Tattoo in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia

Wooden Bird

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Why Shitty Writing is a Tragedy

Okay, so nobody cares about Twilight, but I'm going to talk about it anyway.

I think, in the hands of a half-decent writer who didn't have weird Mormon ideas about gender roles, Twilight could have been a pretty good vampire story. Even with the sparklevamps. Fine, that's kind of cheesy, but whatever - it's a reimagining of a mythos that has remained pretty stagnant for a long time. We all know the vampire story. There have been different explanations for the sun/garlic/whatever "allergies" but it's usually pretty much the same. So, Stephenie Meyer came up with something totally different as far as vampire physiology. Fine, good for her. Unfortunately, she is a shitty writer and a mysoginist sympathizer.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

I Promise One Day I'll Stop Talking About the Breakup

I think I do want to move on.  I'm tired of feeling jealous every time some new woman falls into his lap (literally). I'm tired of getting so irrationally angry at his lack of feelings for me that I snap and say hurtful things to him.

I want to love him, I want him to love me, but I don't want to feel this way anymore.  Sadder than I've ever been one moment, and then angry and jealous the next.  It's crippling.