tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242591322024-03-07T14:58:18.888-08:00Spinny Bunt KnitsConfessions of a fibre addict. Beads and woodworking thrown in for extra fun.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-87195539663790771722008-07-24T14:07:00.000-07:002008-07-24T14:09:09.194-07:00I've moved...To <a href="http://www.buriedinfibre.com">Buried in Fibre</a>.<br />Click and go!Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-59839805337269013712008-07-03T13:37:00.001-07:002008-07-03T14:51:24.595-07:00Stupid brainI need to figure out how to shut my brain off at night. Staying up till three just isn't as much fun as it used to be. I think because there used to be other people up with me and alcohol was involved. I did get to see a really good lightening storm last night though. It was very impressive. We don't usually get such good ones here on the west coast.<br />But really, I need sleep. <br />The book is keeping up nights now. There's a website under construction, domain names are parked, software has been bought, and I'm rapidly filling a notebook with ideas. If only I could do it during daylight hours!<br />Anyhow, because of all this, the blog will soon be moving to a new home and changing it's name. Hopefully this will happen within the next month. I'll put a redirect here when the switch happens.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiWbcgg005hMh5kCzH7T_2vEHzEmoL93gGv6JPnfnzqvtzzO8gtqSixg9jYryTSfEqsRDVn9t4-h4bST1Q8WHY64oL55TU3i6w5HyniqyuneQhG4hinOIt0fOyWdShx7n-2rC8A/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiWbcgg005hMh5kCzH7T_2vEHzEmoL93gGv6JPnfnzqvtzzO8gtqSixg9jYryTSfEqsRDVn9t4-h4bST1Q8WHY64oL55TU3i6w5HyniqyuneQhG4hinOIt0fOyWdShx7n-2rC8A/s320/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218890599071037042" /></a><br /><a href="www.snarkland.com">Lorena</a> send me a great parcel this week. There's some of her handspun and a batt of the same fibre blend of dorset, meerino, silk and mohair in a very pretty green; another of her batts inan alpaca, silk and merino blend; two skeins of Artyarn merino (which is destined to become socks); some chocolates and two citrus infused honeys that I can't wait to try. For some reason, Florida seems to have the best honey I've ever had. Must be all those killer bees.<br />Thanks Lorena! There's something on it's way to you right now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVS-oqMOiitJtuoWqqoL_zCVLsVJcYSmP5HXWRmt6gdC1QgglLzXDqLKeVOxV47a7iQGNokkxiuOxh8fP8RS5LlQ1ZlFT38I-QbtapRJCUNiakY-6p3oYQmFpgDJ4vEmETY8RJQ/s1600-h/DSC01426.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVS-oqMOiitJtuoWqqoL_zCVLsVJcYSmP5HXWRmt6gdC1QgglLzXDqLKeVOxV47a7iQGNokkxiuOxh8fP8RS5LlQ1ZlFT38I-QbtapRJCUNiakY-6p3oYQmFpgDJ4vEmETY8RJQ/s320/DSC01426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218890608643827202" /></a><br />Since we finally got some good weather, we've been able to make some improvements around our property. My shop finally doesn't look like a decrepit old hovel anymore. Some paint, a new door and flowers have spruced it right up. I'll spare you the inside view as it's not nearly as nice... yet.<br />We spent Canada Day doing yardwork, but it was worth it. Everything looks a lot tidier . The kiwi no longer seems to be some west coast variety of kudzu that's trying to dominate everything in it's path, including the neighbour's yard.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYj9D0dTBULvQYFt3CA4rZAReKd9BtHwU57c1haOWOYQvZdmGrw74RMfCE_EmAGGcJ9zzJ6kjYuAVAKvNp8nb60qEUg0JRuItBcK7FACdX5miZD5-59TfMRFxROSaPdKNqrYW5w/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYj9D0dTBULvQYFt3CA4rZAReKd9BtHwU57c1haOWOYQvZdmGrw74RMfCE_EmAGGcJ9zzJ6kjYuAVAKvNp8nb60qEUg0JRuItBcK7FACdX5miZD5-59TfMRFxROSaPdKNqrYW5w/s320/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218890609937866274" /></a><br />Yes, that does look like a different dye lot doesn't it. <br />Bloody Arucania. I had a sealed bag of ten. Even though there are no dye lots on the stuff, you'd think they'd be from the same batch if they're in the same bag. Obviously, that's not the case. I'm leaving it. It's done and I can move onto to other ufos. It's just a casual hoody, so harm done.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kMKPEBWPM8KATuanmZHDTL9HOUKKBVaB2g67oWPy4sYox9inApFOrKW_8Eoj3TDCjWJqgjqopt8-tVPwYuScIsuZC-zJO_buRydxw1cJ7Y4skWjfDjHZQq0yQ_N8QNoueyZMlA/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kMKPEBWPM8KATuanmZHDTL9HOUKKBVaB2g67oWPy4sYox9inApFOrKW_8Eoj3TDCjWJqgjqopt8-tVPwYuScIsuZC-zJO_buRydxw1cJ7Y4skWjfDjHZQq0yQ_N8QNoueyZMlA/s320/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218890616041733058" /></a><br />It's the Olive Branch yoga hoody from webs, sort of. I made it a pullover and added ribbing in places. It only took seven hanks of Nature Wool and now I have three more to make a scarf or something.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TagJkj9T5aBjx3MsKBtuSNGVY4vNk8W2PgeyxkH1cHACBN75sz3KVrLizZqa7ZCNNw5aBEHVSq25tm1s7jOSRXMachJVjf9fE2B0xYoh3hlJqLpUIdFzJTMaS2jIGyQGwUDzHQ/s1600-h/Wendy+and+Lara+2008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TagJkj9T5aBjx3MsKBtuSNGVY4vNk8W2PgeyxkH1cHACBN75sz3KVrLizZqa7ZCNNw5aBEHVSq25tm1s7jOSRXMachJVjf9fE2B0xYoh3hlJqLpUIdFzJTMaS2jIGyQGwUDzHQ/s320/Wendy+and+Lara+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218890618355648402" /></a><br />No pics of Gir this go 'round. He's recovering from tutoring and has asked that there be no photos. So here's one from April, right before I left for Sock Camp. It's my girlfriend and me at the Sidney ferry. She's tall, thin, blonde and funny. Try not to hate her too much, she's really very nice. Besides, I remember her from back in elementary school, when she was tall, thin, had a blonde afro and wire framed glasses. She has to be nice to me. I have photos.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-53043856826574158222008-06-18T15:41:00.000-07:002008-06-18T15:50:45.341-07:00Tamarissa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWKqaGGnm1xfVvYFrLht4XhyphenhyphenCo4y1XeLNUb8p1CsqtwSqEbxA-TArmyPVIlLyWYBRqS5XNZtmE0XThKPHLW0KLiwU0iUKLoprTmZrsLQ2kj5LifQcI08hwmTtgVk229hSAgOhxw/s1600-h/DSC01412.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWKqaGGnm1xfVvYFrLht4XhyphenhyphenCo4y1XeLNUb8p1CsqtwSqEbxA-TArmyPVIlLyWYBRqS5XNZtmE0XThKPHLW0KLiwU0iUKLoprTmZrsLQ2kj5LifQcI08hwmTtgVk229hSAgOhxw/s320/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213355865295703954" /></a><br />I have finally formatted the pattern for this sock!<br />I've named it Tamarissa after a dear friend that passed away several years ago. She always did what she wanted to do. She built guitars, went to Emily Carr and was an amazing, creative person. She crammed more into her fairly short life than almost anyone else I've ever known. <br />She loved purple and figuring out how things went together. So I think she would have liked this sock.<br />I hope to have it up as a pdf in the next little while.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-77453511165434886262008-06-13T16:27:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:01:04.682-07:00It's been a whileI admit, blogging is never my first priority. Sometimes, there's just too much to be done offline in the real world. <br />I managed to get the sock knitter working and cranked out some blanks that are going to be dyed and put up for sale at the Victoria Knit Out on the 22nd. Now all I have to do is get the ribber working and I'll be able to make socks on it. The escapades I've had with the ribber made me put the whole shebang back out in the garage in a time out. If it just can't behave, then it has to go in the corner.<br />Of course, it's definitely user error. Pretty steep learning curve on these things. I can't believe traveling salesmen used to talk women into buying them. There seems to be an awful lot of maintenance that goes along with them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixS7NmSvJRJUNLjmGYzOoRA5sq26RbzEOdumkz5_Z3tofVx_d-NZ7HB7CqSLVAy0vLqzLE-3MXk_nqquKF4iNF6LkYsGD2yZrpJTVGGwLOBHkPu4ETx8WshFBGAU39T9VkXcBVgw/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixS7NmSvJRJUNLjmGYzOoRA5sq26RbzEOdumkz5_Z3tofVx_d-NZ7HB7CqSLVAy0vLqzLE-3MXk_nqquKF4iNF6LkYsGD2yZrpJTVGGwLOBHkPu4ETx8WshFBGAU39T9VkXcBVgw/s320/DSC01400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512757712564466" /></a><br />Satan's Hand Puppet has been doing what he does best, growing at an alarming rate. And yesterday? He chewed up yarn! And he did it really quietly. I was in the other room and just heard this soft rustling sound. When I decided that he'd been too quiet for too long, I went into the living room to find three balls of yarn, sans labels, artfully strewn across the rug!<br />He knew it was bad and did it anyway. So very evil. <br />We had a little "chat" about things that we shouldn't do. Hopefully, he won't do it again. Because he can jump and climb, it's pretty tough to keep things away from him.<br />So evil.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVa9StA4Gxtfg7A6IIfizWOdKt_dq4ITPJ8PLUWll36MSJLd8wKEJUUVpk4kDO9DHsGEPtszikIEn2JDUoHXH_xwhx4RCUnn3n8TXduL-NtrfxCKOoG6aLfGnOoQ7nuY0LvwKrQ/s1600-h/DSC01401.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVa9StA4Gxtfg7A6IIfizWOdKt_dq4ITPJ8PLUWll36MSJLd8wKEJUUVpk4kDO9DHsGEPtszikIEn2JDUoHXH_xwhx4RCUnn3n8TXduL-NtrfxCKOoG6aLfGnOoQ7nuY0LvwKrQ/s320/DSC01401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512777966034466" /></a><br />This is the monkey's idea of mowing the lawn. He's so easily distracted. He decided the tree, that shall not be mentioned because it is the provincial flower and we don't want anyone calling the authorities on us, needed some branches trimmed (and it was just trimmed, we didn't cut it down, everyone relax) and spent about 3 pruning it.<br />Eventually the mowing was finished. And I breathed a sigh of relief that nothing else caught his eye.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-SCaGNguvGUIBgpI1wXQ3gPC-jUh9UCwjRtkgxY_5h-w2MUZShFhmLUFrwQ6X-8-2yZEF-5hgYSarBm6Trgu2OuA_6iyF9xZ5plHQeUNeEt7PSEE9DPGIsEH4ifYdWvaueFmd-A/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-SCaGNguvGUIBgpI1wXQ3gPC-jUh9UCwjRtkgxY_5h-w2MUZShFhmLUFrwQ6X-8-2yZEF-5hgYSarBm6Trgu2OuA_6iyF9xZ5plHQeUNeEt7PSEE9DPGIsEH4ifYdWvaueFmd-A/s320/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512796413503954" /></a><br />What would one of my posts be without some sort of home reno?<br />We had the countertops and the bathtub refinished this week. The house still smells like laquer, but it looks very nice. And it was much less expensive than replacing them. I'm fairly certain we would have had to remove an exterior wall to get that tub out. <br />This was much easier.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3BbQIhp66-_g5uk1iACbUwRw3AJAQEuA63YsrGJWfekW9BAfnbg6ZurMmKvlA8fJthD37czSy-9LyBWAxWhncaxiWbjYEGHBmSIDN_54w7sal00n7OXEd_yLz1PmYtWiQvU3dg/s1600-h/DSC01406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3BbQIhp66-_g5uk1iACbUwRw3AJAQEuA63YsrGJWfekW9BAfnbg6ZurMmKvlA8fJthD37czSy-9LyBWAxWhncaxiWbjYEGHBmSIDN_54w7sal00n7OXEd_yLz1PmYtWiQvU3dg/s320/DSC01406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211512806899191298" /></a><br />There's even potential for knitting content in the next post!<br />Unless Gir eats it.<br />So evil.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-37390084785159631412008-05-20T12:22:00.000-07:002008-05-20T12:54:35.728-07:00A Meme (even though I don't do memes)Since both <a href="http://www.goddessknitters.blogspot.com">Debbie</a> and <a href="http://www.tapmouseknits2.blogspot.com">Leslie</a> tagged me for the same meme, I guess I'd better do it. I thought about letting Gir do it, but he still can't control his paws well enough to type. Spike offered, but I had to stop him when I saw what his things to do today were mostly creative ways of disposing of Gir. You don't want to know what he'd do if he was a billionaire. Suffice it to say he's no longer allowed to watch Pinky and the Brain.<br /><br />The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.<br /><br />1. What was I doing 10 years ago?<br />I was doing guitar tech work for Washburn and a friend's band.<br />The monkey and I were doing house renos. We're still doing house renos. Do house renos ever end?<br />Knitting and needlework were done in the evenings, not as work.<br /><br />2. What are 5 things on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):<br />Work up a sock pattern.<br />Download charting software.<br />Do some laundry.<br />Blog.<br />Write at least one book report for my spinning homework.<br /><br />3) Snacks I enjoy:<br />Raspberries! I'd live on them if I could.<br />Chocolate. See above.<br />Pita bread and tzatziki.<br />Pepperoni.<br />Jujubes.<br />The list goes on, but I'll stop there.<br /><br />4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire:<br />I would make sure everyone I care about was in a house and debt free. <br />I would punk everyone I know. And film it so I could put in on the net.<br />I would quietly disappear somewhere warm with a laid back government.<br /><br />5) Places I have lived:<br />Victoria, BC<br />Peterborough, ON<br />Santa Monica, CA (only for a couple of months)<br />Sechelt, BC<br />Burnaby, BC<br />Coquitlam, BC<br />White Rock, BC<br /><br />6) Peeps I want to know more about:<br /><a href="http://www.yinandyarn.blogspot.com">Denise</a>. You been tagged twice now Denise, get to it!<br /><a href="http://www.beavercraft.com">Holly</a>. I won't hold my breath, but it's fun to bug her.<br /><a href="http://www.foodandyarn.blogspot.com">Angela</a><br /><a href="http://www.furballs.typepad.com">Kerry</a><br /><br />And I did sign up for a year of the Cuckoo batts. Lorena gets a big fat enabler award, and some maple candy.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-67582039441703344932008-05-14T15:24:00.000-07:002008-05-16T16:54:23.566-07:00Pitfalls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvD8KeZqJ_mqdY_6fh0AJ4Prtzep780mD-shUx0DpvHVDu_KI_br280dLcb-Tu-2c6HSj0PrzaG2C13gI9PYCGMvg8IwVXXk4TZ2uDeHaFdgG6gMv7MxNt7oAaaoPtM1hjfE_3eg/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvD8KeZqJ_mqdY_6fh0AJ4Prtzep780mD-shUx0DpvHVDu_KI_br280dLcb-Tu-2c6HSj0PrzaG2C13gI9PYCGMvg8IwVXXk4TZ2uDeHaFdgG6gMv7MxNt7oAaaoPtM1hjfE_3eg/s320/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200364913987575714" /></a><br />This lovely fibre, while not technically a pitfall that has furthered my current state of perpetual procrastination, hasn't helped any either.<br />It's the last shipment of artfiber that <a href="http://www.snarkland.com">Lorena</a> gifted me with and I'm currently in a mental tug-o-war with myself over whether I need a year of this stuff coming every month, or not.<br />Pro: I love getting these little parcels of soft yummy fiber every month. I always manage to forget it's coming and then, there it is. It's a nice little surprise.<br />Con: I have yet to actually spin any of it and there's no shortage of stuff to spin around here.<br />You can see where this might be a problem for me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGD6QgM_1y0kyg-qlzTFuLBNjZ5pwgSuSSTghJD4Roq_eucYfhkfqK05G6PxocTiI-7YG5glhcrAjNrOENzRi3jaY1ou965gDlFqZ5pLgjsfHcAuN6TKgi7zFCd3zXamg1efbcDg/s1600-h/DSC01385.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGD6QgM_1y0kyg-qlzTFuLBNjZ5pwgSuSSTghJD4Roq_eucYfhkfqK05G6PxocTiI-7YG5glhcrAjNrOENzRi3jaY1ou965gDlFqZ5pLgjsfHcAuN6TKgi7zFCd3zXamg1efbcDg/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200364922577510322" /></a><br />Then of course there's etsy.<br />I know I'm a little late to the party on this one, but better late than never.<br />These great little sock bags came from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=24911">Japanese Handmade Etc</a>. <br />Gotta love the pretty and functional aspect of these things. Just the right size and the squared off ends seem to make them fairly sturdy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KAvX9GsBoBE7pPuMjDq88SbyehJlfedZZ1RWa4tBDON80Mnoxy92mawJfEpJ1-TOq7-xHsOMz0s28VgDp7dufixif3HMqDN_ZWVTlaWjCjwC1YKQDuwSN-ApfCayieG1qNyXXg/s1600-h/DSC01386.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KAvX9GsBoBE7pPuMjDq88SbyehJlfedZZ1RWa4tBDON80Mnoxy92mawJfEpJ1-TOq7-xHsOMz0s28VgDp7dufixif3HMqDN_ZWVTlaWjCjwC1YKQDuwSN-ApfCayieG1qNyXXg/s320/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200364931167444930" /></a><br />And yeah, I found some spindles. Wanna make something of it?<br />The one on the left is multi-coloured plywood from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5245521">Dragon's Cavern</a>, and the one on the right is an Avi Wasserman made from olivewood, rosewood, ebony and has silver inlay. I already have an Avi, but it's very small and I prefer the slightly larger size of this on. Both spindles spin very nicely.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2AeR_014lCFicXQLcnic2A_oAkw4fpWMBRI8H8Mc23sokFLCyMb57S50QIh_PPOS26rsB8wQKJqIYGgTBm070l_JJUEln0_DKx2q64wnrU80hk5uSd_dThnGM6rE-VX6sZgPZQ/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2AeR_014lCFicXQLcnic2A_oAkw4fpWMBRI8H8Mc23sokFLCyMb57S50QIh_PPOS26rsB8wQKJqIYGgTBm070l_JJUEln0_DKx2q64wnrU80hk5uSd_dThnGM6rE-VX6sZgPZQ/s320/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200364944052346834" /></a><br />In the course of catching up with friend's blogs on Monday (procrastination in action and yes, I meant that to be funny), I found <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/dream-twister-socks">this pattern</a> from a link on <a href="http://www.supermitaines.blogspot.com">Kadi's blog</a>. So, I had to make a pair. <br />The mate to this one is now done, and something that's a gift is on the needles now. It should be done today.<br />Then there's the long weekend, house painting, new knobs for the cupboards, puppy training, lawn mowing, landscaping...<br />It's a long list.<br />But Tuesday, back to spinning homework in earnest as I've wasted so much time already.<br />The procrastination ends!<br />On Tuesday.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-63683757405980861222008-05-07T08:55:00.000-07:002008-05-07T09:03:49.056-07:00Why the Cats Hate Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBUwB76r8JiIuu1om3_7WJDipe2CyO6P0mpSZltnZjWMup3yN-HqguBY01mD3rhUNM-Dy7gmmH4o3yuyjEanb5ztM3vlwhbi2XZPhyphenhyphen7OExrAbag3f4PxgD21HpZQqkazJBI4q0A/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBUwB76r8JiIuu1om3_7WJDipe2CyO6P0mpSZltnZjWMup3yN-HqguBY01mD3rhUNM-Dy7gmmH4o3yuyjEanb5ztM3vlwhbi2XZPhyphenhyphen7OExrAbag3f4PxgD21HpZQqkazJBI4q0A/s320/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197665568791640674" /></a><br />Satan's hand puppet has a brand new trick. <br />There are now three fewer cat safe areas in the house and the cats are not amused.<br />It would appear that the furry little bastard can jump and climb. This is a little surprising for us as Loki (aka the good dog) had to try really hard to get on the couches. It involved a lot of scrambling and usually some human assistance. <br />Gir (aka Satan's hand puppet) is only just four months old now and can apparently leap tall sofas in a single bound. <br />Um. Crap.<br />I must admit though, when he did for the first time on Monday evening, I was pretty excited. I called Mur into the room to see it and made Gir jump onto the futon again and again. It was only later that I realized the problems this will cause.<br />We're looking for Agility training places now. Unfortunately, they don't seem to let you start with your dog until he's a year old. That's eight freaking months away.<br />Pray for us.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-53620104710414418582008-04-29T15:50:00.001-07:002008-04-29T16:11:04.047-07:00Banana Chocolate Cherry CakePat Ashforth (yes, <a href="http://www.woollythoughts.com/">that</a> Pat Ashforth) gave me this recipe back in the days of Compuserve. Before blogging and Ravelry were around. It is the single best use of nasty soft bananas I have ever had. But some words of caution before you go checking the cupboards to see if you have all the ingredients. <br />The first few times you make it, it will take about an hour of prep. It's not quick and easy and it uses a ton of bowls. Your kitchen will look like the guy in your life cooked when you're through with it. <br />Don't make it for people you don't like.<br />They'll come back.<br />I tend to cook when I'm stressing, so for the last couple of days, my house has smelled like a bakery and I've made two of these cakes in as many days.<br />My in-laws are coming this weekend.<br />Friday the cleaning starts.<br />And yeah, the cake will be gone by the weekend. Just saying...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fcB4FaFQTQ4WjxphcgJTn-MfBaOXR5kxs0yTDYFKAV9dZpm4nif2cnCrrfQ3JYEtufhQn6NfzEERKnfxfp0-Pr2ZzabSiuXu5XJHGQaZ4y7pTuHR-GUXv7SxvCAF84YGb2ZoeQ/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fcB4FaFQTQ4WjxphcgJTn-MfBaOXR5kxs0yTDYFKAV9dZpm4nif2cnCrrfQ3JYEtufhQn6NfzEERKnfxfp0-Pr2ZzabSiuXu5XJHGQaZ4y7pTuHR-GUXv7SxvCAF84YGb2ZoeQ/s320/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194803697336880610" /></a><br /><br />1/2 cup semi sweet chocolate chips<br />1/4 cup water<br />2 cups flour<br />3/4 tsp baking soda<br />1/2 tsp salt<br />1/4 tsp baking powder<br />1/2 cup butter<br />1 1/2 cups sugar<br />2 eggs (separated)<br />2 medium very ripe bananas<br />1/3 cup sour cream<br />1 tsp vanilla<br />1/3 cup maraschina cherries (halved and drained)<br /><br />Grease and flour a 10" bundt pan.<br /><br />Melt chocolate chips in 1/4 cup of water over low heat, stirring till smooth. set aside and cool<br /><br />Combine flour, baking soda, salt and baking powder.<br /><br />In a separate bowl, cream butter with 1 cup of sugar. Add egg yolks and beat well on high speed. Add bananas, sour cream and vanilla to creamed mixture.<br /><br />At low speed, alternately add dry ingredients and banana mixture, beginning and ending with dry ingredients. Blend well and stir in cherries.<br /><br />Beat egg whites to a soft, not dry mound. Add 1/2 cup of sugar and beat until stiff. <br /><br />Fold egg white into batter.<br /><br />Place 1/3 of the batter into the prepared pan. Drizzle in 1/2 of the chocolate. Add 2nd third of batter and drizzle in remaining chocolate. Add rest of batter.<br /><br />Bake at 350 fo 50-60 minutes, until cake springs back when touched. DO NOT INVERT TO COOL! Cool in pan till barely warm to touch then remove from pan and continue cooling.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-88573616371440979712008-04-26T17:43:00.000-07:002008-04-29T16:26:01.138-07:00Camp ReduxJust a few more pics from camp, then I'm moving on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwH4fMzqu2MMcSCSPB-sSAEqA9f-yWhGV91Cl9RId2qZEYu2-KPhQEd0KkfLXqj8dM_7hZygDUQxxt25R_k8WJQu9wN2D2-KsfOJJMgilvuEd2vmAJ61qvBUq6GN9jLCcOjolRsw/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwH4fMzqu2MMcSCSPB-sSAEqA9f-yWhGV91Cl9RId2qZEYu2-KPhQEd0KkfLXqj8dM_7hZygDUQxxt25R_k8WJQu9wN2D2-KsfOJJMgilvuEd2vmAJ61qvBUq6GN9jLCcOjolRsw/s320/DSC01360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193719827979996594" /></a><br />One of the reasons I was looking forward to camp was the chance to meet <a href="http://www.tapmouseknits2.blogspot.com">Leslie</a>. She lives in San Fran, so it's not like I can just hop in the car and go see her. Although, I'm sure we could do some interesting damage at Art Fibers...<br />It was great to meet her in person and we were actually both wearing the Ribby Pulli at one point. <br />Random knitting weirdness.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvchV7VSwb_9kwZcME5QyBOJ9COe0mgPx1Psgrtkp-3qkhdJkwvRVbdj1xkXdukurRkM5Wc-M_5HKCRpxw3mwX7u4KzQzuOdyDesGCcHx-nmQn3lTOIKkoXRxBVVUHVzOtzN3kQ/s1600-h/DSC01361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvchV7VSwb_9kwZcME5QyBOJ9COe0mgPx1Psgrtkp-3qkhdJkwvRVbdj1xkXdukurRkM5Wc-M_5HKCRpxw3mwX7u4KzQzuOdyDesGCcHx-nmQn3lTOIKkoXRxBVVUHVzOtzN3kQ/s320/DSC01361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193719836569931202" /></a><br />There's been much talk of the camp monkeys. Here's mine and Marti's. Mine's the one with the hat. His name is Ian Sim and he's gone to live at the Monkey's office. Only fitting since he is the monkey's alter ego.<br />Note his little X'd out button eyes. We decided he was dead inside as his girlfriend had left him for a lemur who had a hot car.<br />Poor Ian.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnxIN4cyopfQLq4DU8NNytFq_-p3-65IdibUc5oAv28wBaSqNyScZ9fk5TPCpBBLIBGtaf9jp42dH0WT9hEL-Zb_aBSyXWasS3HPtfM62qVGtyDhbjNMAlRocMN-JC7XafVMF0Hw/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnxIN4cyopfQLq4DU8NNytFq_-p3-65IdibUc5oAv28wBaSqNyScZ9fk5TPCpBBLIBGtaf9jp42dH0WT9hEL-Zb_aBSyXWasS3HPtfM62qVGtyDhbjNMAlRocMN-JC7XafVMF0Hw/s320/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193719840864898514" /></a><br />Now these have nothing to do with camp, but I've been meaning to blog them for a while. One of the cool gifts that <a href="http://www.snarkland.com">Lorena</a> sent me for Christmas was a subscription to Cuckoo Batts. They've started coming!<br />Aren't they cool?!<br />I don't know what I want to make with them yet, but they look gorgeous just hanging out in my office for now.<br />Thanks Lorena!!Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-81994439625139154132008-04-22T15:56:00.000-07:002008-04-23T14:32:16.742-07:00Pictures from CampBlue Moon Sock was last week on Orcas Island. It was as crazy as you might think. There were classes, weird games, and tasty drinks, things I expected, but there were also some things I didn't expect.<br />Like deer that march up to you and pretty much shake you down for apples.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFp0Jra29A77pkjev5Gsqf9UE8ZeWFGn0VlW0trpnjM7OF1L9z5DGBRzYamBGu46o4d4KTCJC31L3Fp1gnANnoASn9Bf9Xv2In949ZvGUxaX4eSnF_2mpzZJ_Xb-MhbyTc6nzIg/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFp0Jra29A77pkjev5Gsqf9UE8ZeWFGn0VlW0trpnjM7OF1L9z5DGBRzYamBGu46o4d4KTCJC31L3Fp1gnANnoASn9Bf9Xv2In949ZvGUxaX4eSnF_2mpzZJ_Xb-MhbyTc6nzIg/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192209558564932914" /></a><br />This one was so focused it actually let Rosie (my roomie) cop a feel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbi-qyTpq25LD3AnhqYcnFWuVZqW7XWhtGWwzXH16Vj-GYvjLSw_Eho_9mDONIxO5_UXG1PHT4fix5JdPodY9hPZXnSo4NEDniAPs5I2czlK7ukGepTRf7Nf9uyQaeQCM6giz7Sg/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbi-qyTpq25LD3AnhqYcnFWuVZqW7XWhtGWwzXH16Vj-GYvjLSw_Eho_9mDONIxO5_UXG1PHT4fix5JdPodY9hPZXnSo4NEDniAPs5I2czlK7ukGepTRf7Nf9uyQaeQCM6giz7Sg/s320/DSC01342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192209580039769410" /></a><br />The one I fed was a little more reserved.<br />Cell reception around the resort was almost non-existent. The one place we found that was reliable, at least for my cheap burner phone, was way out past the main lodge on a point. It was bloody cold out there too! No shelter and the weather was not very nice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVpNCPvvqD1kdcUKpr_ScUrJl9t9Ig9s9fiQyfs1gLnEcDsFYP6SqMbtyaISyi1sKLXvos9RZH7Os-8MfzOi1eXcqSpkahSmGXLsYaQVhTrASes03BkMlXV8ZqCywfoT1xCADNw/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVpNCPvvqD1kdcUKpr_ScUrJl9t9Ig9s9fiQyfs1gLnEcDsFYP6SqMbtyaISyi1sKLXvos9RZH7Os-8MfzOi1eXcqSpkahSmGXLsYaQVhTrASes03BkMlXV8ZqCywfoT1xCADNw/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192209588629704018" /></a><br />This pic is proof for the monkey that the short calls he got were due to my hand going numb in the great outdoors, not from me wanting to get back to my drink in the toasty warmth of the bar.<br />The homework for camp this year was to make a toilet paper cover. At first I balked at the idea. Those things always remind of bad church bazaars (or bizarres as I think they should be called), but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that a traditional TP cover was the way I wanted to go. You know the ones I mean, the ones with the fake barbie in the frilly dress that covers the roll. <br />Of course, everyone has their own take tradition.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqrcwM3oJv1aRMBudsQRplpy_8jQM_0y-zAibV0CJPA0fqLz_sxkY_-QTRgZztKHwe31wOZ5X-7E9j-sNhEHR3BXY3iiF6xFfM7Gk8dftjFKGwA3PZHDS4FUACWNsN4_UoMucSg/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqrcwM3oJv1aRMBudsQRplpy_8jQM_0y-zAibV0CJPA0fqLz_sxkY_-QTRgZztKHwe31wOZ5X-7E9j-sNhEHR3BXY3iiF6xFfM7Gk8dftjFKGwA3PZHDS4FUACWNsN4_UoMucSg/s320/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192209601514605922" /></a><br />This was mine. She won for Scariest even though the motion sensor that made her say, "brains" as people walked by crapped out on me. <br />There were some really great covers. <br />This was the one that Cat coveted:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P0czydCeXKncu7spYWyaoIzgjrUIvX8OlUuzLMAhMAjcDwCSB5BH67I4HRFLO3ZtJvnMqdMgLDJz10ruvSylb8aY21xnmgMDdOrlno3k-qKtXnjhyjTv5D8yfLW3VLC1j_Ej5g/s1600-h/DSC01336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P0czydCeXKncu7spYWyaoIzgjrUIvX8OlUuzLMAhMAjcDwCSB5BH67I4HRFLO3ZtJvnMqdMgLDJz10ruvSylb8aY21xnmgMDdOrlno3k-qKtXnjhyjTv5D8yfLW3VLC1j_Ej5g/s320/DSC01336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192209610104540530" /></a><br />She crawled under a table to steal it. Very entertaining and she did give it back when she got caught. <br />More on camp in the next post.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-6699741882083625972008-04-09T15:53:00.000-07:002008-04-09T16:09:23.439-07:00Nine out of ten cats agree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBGbylhNI0d362cI54xQA3R49UWutTL9O6QGcUJknPzfXBJZkHTyAmJHAZbxZOIPPFjhyphenhypheneraQlnLJu63rhg8UzVp3vkrdPc0GwVPgyNsJVHqwFZoRGROvm1IsEDW_NRfYW-M3dQ/s1600-h/DSC01308.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaBGbylhNI0d362cI54xQA3R49UWutTL9O6QGcUJknPzfXBJZkHTyAmJHAZbxZOIPPFjhyphenhypheneraQlnLJu63rhg8UzVp3vkrdPc0GwVPgyNsJVHqwFZoRGROvm1IsEDW_NRfYW-M3dQ/s320/DSC01308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187383232067542354" /></a><br />... that puppies are Satan's hand puppets.<br />Don't get me wrong, Gir is very cute and we love him dearly.<br />But he's evil. Pure, unadulterated evil. <br />There are only two times he's quiet, when he's asleep and when he's doing evil. The later happens more often than the former. I know I'm older than when Loki was a pup, but seriously, Loki was a good boy. Very good it seems. <br />Gir runs around the house at mach 5 like his ass is on fire. A couple of times I had to grab him and check.<br />And the biting! He's sooooo bitey! If it sticks out, he bites it. You can see where this might cause problems. Especially with the male member of the household.<br />Cat wrestling/taunting/fur eating is one of his favorite activities. The cats have been unbelievably good natured about it so far. I don't know how long that will last.<br />I think Spike is planning an "accident" for Gir to have.<br />We've given him two baths since he arrived and he manages to smell stinky again within 24 hours. <br />Look:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5gvq48b2a1giNem2M8zzxA_8tqVkL_khh1VC-KUnvtXOIx5CxmIARniwYtBpAT76mVIM7bvGm0lMWq3GCwJQymJGsfkBYX6m8RgfrCLXsiCVIaegbEe1JOyr426kYZ9rSBXGrQ/s1600-h/DSC01303.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5gvq48b2a1giNem2M8zzxA_8tqVkL_khh1VC-KUnvtXOIx5CxmIARniwYtBpAT76mVIM7bvGm0lMWq3GCwJQymJGsfkBYX6m8RgfrCLXsiCVIaegbEe1JOyr426kYZ9rSBXGrQ/s320/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187383502650482018" /></a><br />Proof of bathing.<br />Pray for us.<br />I leave for Sock Camp on Saturday. So the monkey will have all the doggie fun for himself. I hope he's still here when I get back.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-67125205434548566292008-04-07T11:17:00.000-07:002008-04-07T11:40:38.866-07:00...and then I cried like a little girl*warning to fibre people* this post completely concerned with hockey. Hey, I'm Canadian, be happy it's not all about Tim Horton's, eh?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujhiqVafaRmPXctiy6fUO46aP55_LDXSV43JrC_ttzLVqkKmPaDaPs_w3eQuKOa4BPAkN4LjJNzfe4JA3j5LxMoYTukpPEYU3we1je70IESUvpEYjhgg-6Ex1KOkD25uLifXe_g/s1600-h/sun0504s+canucks+01+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujhiqVafaRmPXctiy6fUO46aP55_LDXSV43JrC_ttzLVqkKmPaDaPs_w3eQuKOa4BPAkN4LjJNzfe4JA3j5LxMoYTukpPEYU3we1je70IESUvpEYjhgg-6Ex1KOkD25uLifXe_g/s320/sun0504s+canucks+01+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186570594596553138" /></a><br />We knew last Thursday that the Canucks were out of the playoffs. That alone was fairly heartbreaking. <br />Then all the rumours that Linden was going to retire hit at full force.<br />Yeah, yeah, I know, it may have been Naslund's last game too. After the way he's played this season, I'm actually glad. I hope he does retire. He made it pretty obvious that he's tired of being here. Some games he looked like he was doing us this huge favour just showing up. <br />But Linden? That's bad, very bad. <br />He's been the heart, soul and face of the team for a very long time. He and McLean were the reason the 'Nucks almost won the Cup in '94. Forget about the prima donna Bure, Linden was the power player. <br />We need him now more than ever. With such an overwhelmingly young team and the captain likely retiring, we need a strong leader that people trust. That's Linden to a tee.<br />I hope the franchise does the right thing. Offer him whatever he wants to stay for at least another year. Fire Alain, rotating lines every 5 minutes doesn't work. 11th place proves it. Let Naslund go. 6 million for 27 goals? Not worth it. Keep Morrison. He's a hometown boy that grew up with the Canucks and loves them the way we all do. The team needs that. <br />Maybe Smyl would make a good coach. After this past season, could we do worse? 11th for cripes sake!! It's humiliating.<br />I don't want to cry at the end of next season... unless it's tears of joy as Trevor Linden hoists the Lord Stanley high over his head.<br />I'll happily cry for that.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-54935785733348459912008-03-16T10:26:00.000-07:002008-03-17T08:59:58.430-07:00More CutenessGir's been here a week now and has completely taken over the house. <br />Spike started playing with him last night which is good, because it gives Gir something to chew on that isn't us. It's also a lot of fun to watch the two of them chase each other around the house. <br />Now for your viewing pleasure:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJj3AnU3wg0RQF5vN993ZVe-kPTdwtUxHs0w_JS6aqaj4Iso4y7_Ga36X4zvRrta9BBx6jPCvXQidoRWyU-DqZqBYvML-RismGDpZ76i7GQH78O0nk6gMtoar_l00q8qMUu5A64A/s1600-h/DSC01279.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJj3AnU3wg0RQF5vN993ZVe-kPTdwtUxHs0w_JS6aqaj4Iso4y7_Ga36X4zvRrta9BBx6jPCvXQidoRWyU-DqZqBYvML-RismGDpZ76i7GQH78O0nk6gMtoar_l00q8qMUu5A64A/s320/DSC01279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178393855798136482" /></a><br />Gir after a rousing battle with tissue paper. I'm pretty sure he won. It is sticking out of his mouth after all.<br />Gir eating on the new kitchen floor. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZcx4f3Fh_J-SsetSDMlpwEJaFTEvIM9BaaauYD1KpjV2x99gC1y7cwNBMzau0VLVOR3J_oElzMuzpiS77feXHuTijJ6U1RlGulAZ2zRnaoRzF6U54hY-4FXB4CHNc0G-cDfZAA/s1600-h/DSC01286.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZcx4f3Fh_J-SsetSDMlpwEJaFTEvIM9BaaauYD1KpjV2x99gC1y7cwNBMzau0VLVOR3J_oElzMuzpiS77feXHuTijJ6U1RlGulAZ2zRnaoRzF6U54hY-4FXB4CHNc0G-cDfZAA/s320/DSC01286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178393881567940290" /></a><br />We did manage to get it in before he arrived. There wasn't even a full board left over when we were done. This is good because it means we don't have left over flooring to store, but it gave me a heart attack when we were almost done and I looked at the tiny pile of remaining boards. Both of us were pleasantly surprised that we didn't have to buy another box. <br />The floor is engineered cork. It feels great on feet. It's warm and a little cushy. It doesn't seem to show dirt or get scratched from the pets running all over it.<br />Now there's just the counters, pulls, backsplash, and paint to do and it's all done!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-gH0Lr_fWxKdrhP3pNWqR5_EY7_jbmuMhNF20uaIAgaO2nul8-Ct9N1N12Khje7WOL7LX2c-6Nx1RkD54jWSHjvFHlcjVNUFQAiZGwDzfxROhGyqKBfUgnGqBnTk8_YDsXi8Gw/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-gH0Lr_fWxKdrhP3pNWqR5_EY7_jbmuMhNF20uaIAgaO2nul8-Ct9N1N12Khje7WOL7LX2c-6Nx1RkD54jWSHjvFHlcjVNUFQAiZGwDzfxROhGyqKBfUgnGqBnTk8_YDsXi8Gw/s320/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178393877272972978" /></a><br />This is some spinning to break up the, "all puppy, all the time" feel. It's 250g of millends from a mill in Ontario. I spun it as a heavyish laceweight and there's well over 1000m of it. No project in mind for it yet. I put the sock beside it for scale. It's a BIG skein. It pretty much filled my wild flyer and took almost eight hours to ply.<br />Whew!Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-59279894830907588642008-03-10T20:02:00.000-07:002008-03-10T21:09:58.006-07:00Warning! Severe cutenessGir arrived this afternoon and has made himself right at home. He's chased the cats, peed on the new kitchen floor and been adorable every second.<br />Uzume doesn't seem to mind him, but Spike is a little out of joint. He's been giving Gir a wide berth and only gets in close when he's asleep. I figure it won't be too long before they're chasing each other around the house. Days maybe. Maybe tomorrow.<br />We have to give him a registered name and he's from a "D" litter. So far, it looks like he'll be Majekin's Diamond Dog Gir.<br />Hey, I had a cat named Aladin Sane. Old Bowie fans die hard.<br />I am willing to entertain other suggestions...<br />The severe cuteness follows. I will not be held responsible for elevated blood sugar or cavities that result from viewing the following pics.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4ndLZ5mF6IhJ_n-V8YmgyN8g5LcXRYxBJE1hrgPaZWxOYkrJuXsWFZrq20mo4yHPYxHCsxHHW7UXZ_LmCQGe8_4aaQCl1-YdYcQgOmy7o7PmLKaywIU1F5wW_BiMwaaRBNH7pQ/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4ndLZ5mF6IhJ_n-V8YmgyN8g5LcXRYxBJE1hrgPaZWxOYkrJuXsWFZrq20mo4yHPYxHCsxHHW7UXZ_LmCQGe8_4aaQCl1-YdYcQgOmy7o7PmLKaywIU1F5wW_BiMwaaRBNH7pQ/s320/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176314619180469874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTpfKsXkYT9vx5Nlh15YEyAHALKR1dS27ryb1cev9GW8a7sqDKpUAHnmGHb9_a_txsK8k51ZH52FksGCw973-Qh22rgy7e4aVrTbRVCEAC18bIgUeDEm_vHhFuEHWy8zIkPSGMw/s1600-h/DSC01270.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTpfKsXkYT9vx5Nlh15YEyAHALKR1dS27ryb1cev9GW8a7sqDKpUAHnmGHb9_a_txsK8k51ZH52FksGCw973-Qh22rgy7e4aVrTbRVCEAC18bIgUeDEm_vHhFuEHWy8zIkPSGMw/s320/DSC01270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176314627770404482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HHXh0tgv5GvlWM3GvhyphenhyphenLVogXujAfSLF9eHqSGTXIk5W95OJiP0zUo_gJuKfacwiVuEITx-yeHW2Dvlcv6GtD__-XNQ16DM3RjqK9yYdNcvwvEXmf8ZDTRPjNWqpYU1TLmqWZUA/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3HHXh0tgv5GvlWM3GvhyphenhyphenLVogXujAfSLF9eHqSGTXIk5W95OJiP0zUo_gJuKfacwiVuEITx-yeHW2Dvlcv6GtD__-XNQ16DM3RjqK9yYdNcvwvEXmf8ZDTRPjNWqpYU1TLmqWZUA/s320/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176314636360339090" /></a><br />PS: For scale: the frog is about the size of my hand.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-28182154814680583802008-02-22T14:48:00.000-08:002008-02-22T16:08:41.661-08:00Recovering from MadronaOr, "how I spent my week off". <br />But first, Madrona loot and a quick recap.<br />I went down to Seattle on Thursday afternoon and met up with Holly who very kindly took me shopping. We bought a few things including a burner phone which has since been dubbed Lara's Crack phone. If you want to know why, you have to watch The Wire. <br />It's a cheap, anonymous cell that I can use in the states without racking up enormous bills. Very handy.<br />We went to Tacoma that evening and had dinner with some of the Blue Moon bunch.<br />Friday I spent with Janet in Seattle getting a colour not known to nature streaked through my hair. Then it was back to Tacoma for dinner with the Blue Moon bunch again.<br />Saturday was fibre shopping in the Madrona market, lunch with Jean, and dinner with friends. <br />Sunday I headed back home with Angela and Doug. We spent a good portion of the trip trying to come up with book titles. Lucky Golden Knitting Book was the best that came up (it was Doug's). So as you can tell, we didn't have a lot of luck. A lot of fun and goofing around, but no real book title. Gonna keep working on that one.<br />I had Kerry as a roomie this year which was a lot of fun, but we didn't get to see much of each other. We were both pretty busy. I think we need to arrange a visit that's just for visiting. <br />On to the fibre portion of the show:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbcSgmPaMH6Yw-fujJ_dvx2_BdroOFrqJj48csDdzI-uWmjX4F4gxscliHt-UbzOBfI6mbEIcsbsAlj2NLGdhbA5EQUWKdh0CEwd8m81haVy0gITGnAqZKTIbBtRHxz4sPEeYWg/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbcSgmPaMH6Yw-fujJ_dvx2_BdroOFrqJj48csDdzI-uWmjX4F4gxscliHt-UbzOBfI6mbEIcsbsAlj2NLGdhbA5EQUWKdh0CEwd8m81haVy0gITGnAqZKTIbBtRHxz4sPEeYWg/s320/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169941993539412818" /></a><br />There's some Crown mountain superwash, some Skacel, mixed batts and some alpaca that Jacqui processed for me. There's quite a bit more of that last one, but you get the idea. The skein is a laceweight I spun from some other batts that Jacqui gave me.<br />Now for some yarn and such:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeEMavKXLPXURnT5RZdv0j6RICk15Z5aHyk17hi3gwrO2nrKAriXnBkbMoHPjukt4kb0l2bPZUpt8a3sX360zSh60Ft6QV8H7ykT3vfGgIV4Lvg-ThCeAORtXzLBm2Nb8sHzb1Q/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeEMavKXLPXURnT5RZdv0j6RICk15Z5aHyk17hi3gwrO2nrKAriXnBkbMoHPjukt4kb0l2bPZUpt8a3sX360zSh60Ft6QV8H7ykT3vfGgIV4Lvg-ThCeAORtXzLBm2Nb8sHzb1Q/s320/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169942002129347426" /></a><br />Some of this I bought and some was gifted me from Kerry and Denise. The grey skein with the green tag is from Denise. She spun it and it's truly spectacular. The machine knit swatches are actually sock blanks. You knit socks from them by unraveling them as you go. I got some undyed to try as well. <br />And then there were some spindles:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5atxsI_24jKyZPiMR-lP2jxk5GStDr3oXOP7z2fEm28N2XP_d3I_FBWPMLI_9Ramleu7Pe7y1YFo2m319o0lhH8leeTU52ztTpnfOdlqZTtIB-JfUzTsUl58trTRMX_Gt0xOgw/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5atxsI_24jKyZPiMR-lP2jxk5GStDr3oXOP7z2fEm28N2XP_d3I_FBWPMLI_9Ramleu7Pe7y1YFo2m319o0lhH8leeTU52ztTpnfOdlqZTtIB-JfUzTsUl58trTRMX_Gt0xOgw/s320/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169942010719282034" /></a><br />Another glass one from Sheila, a Spindlewood and a Grafton. <br />I had to promise Sheila that I would spin with the Do Not Drop spindle. I'm afraid I'll break it, so I'm going to pad up an area before I use it.<br />I'm home now, but the fibre just keeps coming. In my defense, I bought these fleeces last year and only now am I getting them back from the mill. Lynne was nice enough to bring them by yesterday. She obviously hadn't touched the merino, or I never would have seen it again!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMEZBU08GSAqvVSW3iDu1SUXbONPgUBldlA4Ie1R6IJ_AzxxWaK_1p3LWwiD86FubwV-aJarxCSE4bIKE2YtENPt7Y6bSnS_ZYp279xMMTjeT9CWEoqQgCrPSXua3CeoTukNOSw/s1600-h/DSC01260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMEZBU08GSAqvVSW3iDu1SUXbONPgUBldlA4Ie1R6IJ_AzxxWaK_1p3LWwiD86FubwV-aJarxCSE4bIKE2YtENPt7Y6bSnS_ZYp279xMMTjeT9CWEoqQgCrPSXua3CeoTukNOSw/s320/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169942015014249346" /></a><br />The black and smaller grey are romney x's and the large grey is merino. The merino is soft enough to make underwear out of. I'm pretty happy with it. I think it's destined to become a sport/dk weight 3 ply and then a soft, light cabley sweater. I really want to spin it right now.<br />But it has to wait because I still have tons of homework to do and I just started this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0p75-6bFaM5gC7wR09rMjN3YQ4GZiWrIcP2dUk8bHIPOOhOCAaVViCrxrrfQs40TkSTwQEW1ashO0JCjkl3vs9qBLu8wjwHZjy4zc6WDKH6jIlR28mtg3mNgoRkcip1LtaEfpg/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0p75-6bFaM5gC7wR09rMjN3YQ4GZiWrIcP2dUk8bHIPOOhOCAaVViCrxrrfQs40TkSTwQEW1ashO0JCjkl3vs9qBLu8wjwHZjy4zc6WDKH6jIlR28mtg3mNgoRkcip1LtaEfpg/s320/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169941984949478210" /></a><br />Mystery beast millends from a mill in Ontario. I've got about 200g of it, so it's destined to be 2 ply laceweight. <br />I'm taking lots of breaks while I spin it because I managed to bugger up my knee when I spun the other stuff earlier in the week. Between all the spinning and the three times a week running, I have to take it a little easier. <br />Still hating the running. Next week we're up to 5k. yippee.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-38166984471976756292008-02-12T15:29:00.001-08:002008-02-12T15:44:01.296-08:00Off to MadronaOnly one more day till I'm back on the southside of the border.<br /><a href="Http://www.beavercraft.org">Holly</a> and I are going to spend the afternoon tooling around Seattle and then we're going down to Tacoma for the Madrona Fiber Festival. I'm not taking any classes this year and I've still managed to be pretty busy. <br />I made up some stitch markers for my friends. I needed something small because a lot of us are traveling light or have to fly. Not to mention how much more room small gifts leave for yarn and roving. I really like the coloured tiger tail. I'm going to have to find more of it as it makes the beads look even better. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMIf7GrwekS0hF295wSlea6djznyBYUPk1h-i_zPSXME_sgyEnEpgDrreewMhG0k_uYdAhE7RVDwmGYdtLx8wlqcSdnW6Qer0mm4QrTy45THary0w8NZcUaG_cz4Z98QZKlD3Pjg/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMIf7GrwekS0hF295wSlea6djznyBYUPk1h-i_zPSXME_sgyEnEpgDrreewMhG0k_uYdAhE7RVDwmGYdtLx8wlqcSdnW6Qer0mm4QrTy45THary0w8NZcUaG_cz4Z98QZKlD3Pjg/s200/DSC01255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166240358795486002" /></a><br />I did some spinning for the first time in ages over the last couple of days. I spun a half pound of superwash merino from Crown Mountain in a 3 ply sport weight. I started sunday night and finished this morning. I haven't washed it yet.<br />This was a great roving to work with. It drafted easily and smoothly. The colour changes give a very tweedy effect with the 3 ply.<br />I also made a rather nich discovery about my new Wild Flyer. I can ply a half pound of fibre with it and have no knots!<br />Woohoo!<br />That is one very big skein.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqpRXfzKCvu17JyXZf3_z0RAP9PBIAehjl5moq6n8MxkZfPuptRDP_jKAzT09LlVNfc5Z__vA-HnXHxkaSGZC7CNi_UMqGD13Lu-CxcTA-tg_5XWtN7yuQmcDaXRkMmLQo6uKWQ/s1600-h/DSC01245.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqpRXfzKCvu17JyXZf3_z0RAP9PBIAehjl5moq6n8MxkZfPuptRDP_jKAzT09LlVNfc5Z__vA-HnXHxkaSGZC7CNi_UMqGD13Lu-CxcTA-tg_5XWtN7yuQmcDaXRkMmLQo6uKWQ/s200/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166240345910584098" /></a><br />Puppy Update:<br />Gir is still quite a bit smaller than the others but is wagging his tail alot. He's still taking milk from his mom, but is eating kibble as well. Five more weeks till he comes to live with us.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-75250928561828645962008-02-01T16:54:00.000-08:002008-02-01T16:56:51.998-08:00Baby pic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJAGBdoyYXMQBXLi_FWnA_hN13jkO1lJK_4Mtr-2moAf2ukhKtIBPxEXVnczgPyV7o5dC5OFO-_x3LSWaMM_D48zDiBvRN_4zs6Sn07q-DwdwGzdCwGPvMZwqsZrwnspyTyTNVw/s1600-h/gir2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJAGBdoyYXMQBXLi_FWnA_hN13jkO1lJK_4Mtr-2moAf2ukhKtIBPxEXVnczgPyV7o5dC5OFO-_x3LSWaMM_D48zDiBvRN_4zs6Sn07q-DwdwGzdCwGPvMZwqsZrwnspyTyTNVw/s200/gir2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162180114101167378" /></a><br />Gir's first baby photo. <br />So tiny. So cute. <br />He'll be living here in about 6 weeks.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-71096489290217358722008-02-01T15:13:00.001-08:002008-02-05T12:35:25.686-08:00Do your legs hurt?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fJvRXDLfqiHai5Zba1pQgp2S3T0eLcfDT6_w0zRn0A5qWvAiFeJXvmkSDDjs0JMm4_ZCY7trxIq6ppLjZd9qqaCCU10Z5CL3qg5VVPSq4xMYpmh_uTUpiFA7Zs3ZPtdF6ypAWw/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fJvRXDLfqiHai5Zba1pQgp2S3T0eLcfDT6_w0zRn0A5qWvAiFeJXvmkSDDjs0JMm4_ZCY7trxIq6ppLjZd9qqaCCU10Z5CL3qg5VVPSq4xMYpmh_uTUpiFA7Zs3ZPtdF6ypAWw/s200/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162154284167849218" /></a><br />These are a couple of things that arrived in the mail here this past week. I thought they were good contributions for Friday Freakfest.<br />The really hideous zombie doll is really knitting content. Trust me she really is. She's going to be involved in a strange knitting project that will be revealed in April. Hopefully, it will be worth the wait. The monkey has ordered the parts I need from Hong Kong. Be afraid.<br />As for the chocolate voodoo doll. <a href="http://www.snarkland.com">Lorena</a> sent that along with some other great stuff. <br />I already ate it's yummy legs, so if you're legs feel sore, be prepared for more pain. The voodoo doll still has it's torso, head and arms. Yum!Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-41459508853535504052008-01-25T12:26:00.001-08:002008-01-23T15:23:11.032-08:00Friday FreakfestYeah, I know, it's not friday.<br />I'm off to Oregon tomorrow morning at the crack of it's still dark, so no friday blogging. So while I'm helping a certain someone get a bunch of sock yarn mailed out, you still get to enjoy the scary crap I manage to find on the interwebs.<br />This little gem was inspired by <a href="http://www.beavercraft.org">Holly</a> who posted about how Google had tried to "help" her find Crisp spinning wheels by suggesting she was looking for crispy spider meat. <br />If you hadn't already guessed, I found a site that's very concerned with crispy spider meat. This guy went to Cambodia and found huge heaping plates of deep fried giant spiders. Not for the faint of heart.<br /><a href="http://www.rhymer.net/New%20Folder/spiderboy/gallery.htm">Click Here</a>Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-16819188659325285442008-01-18T09:15:00.000-08:002008-01-18T09:18:03.636-08:00Friday FreakfestSkinned muppets as coats, clear plastic shirts, and pants that start mid-thigh (no crotch/butt whatsoever). You know you wanna look.<br /><a href="http://www.ilaniowear.com/garb/index.html">Click Here</a>Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-47361308393032483352008-01-16T10:42:00.000-08:002008-01-16T11:20:12.525-08:00It's a Boy!Don't freak out. I'm not pregnant. But our new doggie was born on January 7th. I don't have any pics of him yet, but I'll post them when I do. His name is Gir and he has a tail. The breeder was nice enough to ask us if we wanted his tail docked or not and of course we said "NOT!". He'll come out to his new home sometime in mid-March. We can't wait. It's been pretty quiet around here since we lost Loki and Spike has been pulling out his fur in clumps. Hopefully the new pup will perk Spike up again.<br />There's been the usual amount of knitting going on:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFyJW2BeOWYrnXTKCs3qV03AKmWnbnFrcwVNNrUBplQqHTlv3UUUu3pmn8Pi7pa877_bC747Qs2vNbcq7TXfELyqf7A5_sRBPAZ10jkXlI0lTo1oCB7wm7Fu-4PZ9DNUjaDkhqg/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFyJW2BeOWYrnXTKCs3qV03AKmWnbnFrcwVNNrUBplQqHTlv3UUUu3pmn8Pi7pa877_bC747Qs2vNbcq7TXfELyqf7A5_sRBPAZ10jkXlI0lTo1oCB7wm7Fu-4PZ9DNUjaDkhqg/s320/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156147292733932274" /></a><br />The Digitessa socks are done and ready to go to their new home. They're STR lightweight in Pond Scum, which I find ucky, but she loves.<br />The scarf is just a simple cable done in LL Butterflies and Bullfrogs periwinkle. It was quick, mindless and not knit on a 2mm needle. All things that felt pretty necessary after the holidays. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-cHQbElL8in96UoLm__JXcYeAEgx4RY82WQY1Yj_BQpNpD_g86lbOPVuLmbxmvSNjKk6wZ2tqafzPYUbSosV7qqoTdhCTCcL9U7cNb7WJtDzLQ9t_xLu_wF0-Q2ltI6RFN3Gtw/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-cHQbElL8in96UoLm__JXcYeAEgx4RY82WQY1Yj_BQpNpD_g86lbOPVuLmbxmvSNjKk6wZ2tqafzPYUbSosV7qqoTdhCTCcL9U7cNb7WJtDzLQ9t_xLu_wF0-Q2ltI6RFN3Gtw/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156147305618834178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNjezU6Q7eCUg1qg686FLx_zmPEm5Od-OnG7NtGKCzFTdKfKXDZFCd-KIrqOXsO-yaB-wwY0g0LRAAZi2X-bJFgwUxx1NQPRoR5Z3ZEGlFu1GLmJiwYxIE1-ckNqZTvPMiIvwFg/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXNjezU6Q7eCUg1qg686FLx_zmPEm5Od-OnG7NtGKCzFTdKfKXDZFCd-KIrqOXsO-yaB-wwY0g0LRAAZi2X-bJFgwUxx1NQPRoR5Z3ZEGlFu1GLmJiwYxIE1-ckNqZTvPMiIvwFg/s320/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156147309913801490" /></a><br />I got tired of my plain black techie toys, so I got some skins for them. They look kinda neat now. And I can tell at a glance which ones are mine. <br /><br />*Soapbox Warning* feel free to skip this...<br />As I was cruising the breeder's message board for baby photos, I came across <a href="http://nathanwinograd.blogspot.com/">this</a>. I've never been a big fan of Peta. Any group that thinks exploiting women is an acceptable way of getting their point across, doesn't rate well with me. Combine that with appalling and frequently abhorrent advertising campaigns and protests, and you've totally lost me. But the numbers on that post are very troubling. Peta says it's members won't wear animals or eat them, but apparently, it's quite alright with killing animals. <br />We are a very animal friendly household. We feed birds and squirrels (and yes, I like squirrels), the odd raccoon and have a couple of big furry cats. And we eat meat. Not a lot, but still we eat meat. And wear leather. But not fur. In case anyone out there cares. <br />I also give money to strangers when I go downtown. Especially if they look cold and hungry. I think that charity starts where you live. If you help the people around you, everyone is better for it. <br />We made the mistake (this is going to sound awful initially, but bear with me) of giving money to the Red Cross to help victims of the tsunami. The monkey's work and the Canadian government were matching donations, so the $100 we gave became $300. It seemed like a good thing to do. <br />Less than six weeks after we made the donation, I got a call from the Red Cross. This was troubling for two reasons: the donation was supposed to be anonymous; and they wanted more money. The woman who called was very aggressive, to the point of being insulting. She told me that people like me were part of the problem. Only giving in times of crisis, never any other time. <br />I let her have it with both guns. I've never heard from the Red Cross again. I never plan to give them money again. I know where that $300 went and it sure wasn't to people who needed it. It went to pay staff at their call centres and to pay for the tons of mailing they do to solicit more donations. <br />Better to give food to your local food bank. It's more likely to go directly where it's needed. Or volunteer. <br />Stepping down of the soapbox now. Carry on.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-70058025835956461092008-01-02T11:55:00.000-08:002008-01-02T12:25:19.140-08:00Can I breath now?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZOtKNe5EKV4RnhF3aQY-zMK4SEpeFw4qUi6b0O-YkwaYEXzMgN9iA1cMZjf2987H6JTQglD9CB-2jUzrx_HEv66iSRg-oA4Dre7a3Y0Glqbpl1-2eVVewIzn8LD6iE-5vleoUA/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZOtKNe5EKV4RnhF3aQY-zMK4SEpeFw4qUi6b0O-YkwaYEXzMgN9iA1cMZjf2987H6JTQglD9CB-2jUzrx_HEv66iSRg-oA4Dre7a3Y0Glqbpl1-2eVVewIzn8LD6iE-5vleoUA/s320/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150971620919050930" /></a> <br />December is a crazy month around here. Birthdays, parties and, of course, Christmas. Most of it involves some traveling and if we're lucky, the weather cooperates. <br />It's always fun and exhausting.<br />We had fondue, went out to a very nice restaurant (I had duck for my birthday, it was delicious!), decided we were too full from munching stuff from our stockings on Christmas day, so had a ham on Boxing day.<br />There was a lot of food.<br />A lot of food. <br />I may never eat again.<br />We had fun with our presents and spent untold hours watching tv on dvd. Pretty much just holed ourselves up for 3 days after the big event. The monkey got me a PSP. I spent the morning on ebay finding some skins for it. <br />Life is quickly resuming normal programming.<br />Socks are being knit. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCrautdQt0SDtsxE4_Cp6gy6MB_7vK2yq93L0VKgVHtUBSShcFJmjqHOJqb4JNFyxEkY9eHTFBv7ZOZ0AI2b6Simo_Nu_Uk7QoZ5BTo-bVO4wpabBpOjeU8fTjhvJgh_A65XN3PQ/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCrautdQt0SDtsxE4_Cp6gy6MB_7vK2yq93L0VKgVHtUBSShcFJmjqHOJqb4JNFyxEkY9eHTFBv7ZOZ0AI2b6Simo_Nu_Uk7QoZ5BTo-bVO4wpabBpOjeU8fTjhvJgh_A65XN3PQ/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150971625214018242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6r3gN1c0wdZLyb60ni5U-HiIHn4NLXi7J15v_lJCC_KXS776WxuNbBoBF_O6geK5ZSVsuIJSdKroJAVxX0I5ebxhNYCiq0r-vKfG9cBOlnCtw34FiSFw-l1inbccKsOtiJk3ug/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6r3gN1c0wdZLyb60ni5U-HiIHn4NLXi7J15v_lJCC_KXS776WxuNbBoBF_O6geK5ZSVsuIJSdKroJAVxX0I5ebxhNYCiq0r-vKfG9cBOlnCtw34FiSFw-l1inbccKsOtiJk3ug/s320/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150971663868723922" /></a><br />These are the Yarnissima Digitessa socks in STR lightweight Pond Scum. I know, I know, I'm just too lazy to add a link today. It's not that hard to find and her other patterns rock too. <br />And yeah, I'm aware that Pond Scum is very outside my colour preferences and the socks don't fit me. They're not for me. I sent a friend a pair of socks for Christmas and she liked them. Kind of a lot. So much so that she sent me a bunch of yarn in colours she liked. She's so subtle. Looks like she'll get a pair every so often this year. What the hell, I usually knit more socks than I know what to do with in a year anyway.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0tGJxtiVJFe8JOM2ASNBu9bl9M_-XQpjQmeRpKHOqHEHn5klq1YQzHBE53UZ3IWyGq_cbn77VZYDguiW_zYKGuN0hTOx7EYmn93LNYFq6fIV6ruVq4FXfrDIOpy6d3AMAEYrSg/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0tGJxtiVJFe8JOM2ASNBu9bl9M_-XQpjQmeRpKHOqHEHn5klq1YQzHBE53UZ3IWyGq_cbn77VZYDguiW_zYKGuN0hTOx7EYmn93LNYFq6fIV6ruVq4FXfrDIOpy6d3AMAEYrSg/s320/DSC01198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150971672458658530" /></a><br />These socks were a present so I couldn't put them up before now. They're the Embossed Leaf (fer fuks sake google it!) in a rare gems colourway of STR. I love that colour. Love it. Almost regret gifting it.<br />I'm off to watch the final cut of Blade Runner now. Apparently if I can't figure out if Deckard is a replicant after watching this version, I am a moron.<br />I really want him to be a replicant.<br />I am fully aware of my geek status. You don't have to comment on it.<br />Really.<br />I totally know.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-23063041538871917172007-12-13T18:36:00.000-08:002007-12-13T18:55:36.875-08:00Time flies......when you're running out of it.<br />This has been a month of deadlines. Most of them knitting related.<br />And while corners in my living room and den look like Santa and his slave minions sicked up in them, no decorations are up. I just haven't got it in me. <br />Hopefully, the tree and house lights will go up this weekend. Holly is here for her class and we're gonna put her to work. *ahem* I mean, get her in holiday spirit with a little tree trimming. <br />Yeah, that's what I meant. Tree trimming is fun, not work. <br />Spirits, not the holiday ones (the liquid ones) may be involved.<br />Of course, there's still gift knitting to do and some test-knitting is apparently on it's way here too. <br />Hell, I didn't really enjoy sleeping anyway. It's entirely over-rated. <br />Twelve days is plenty of time to get the rest of this crap done. <br />Hahahahahahahahahahahaha<br />Oh yay, the manic laughter has set in. I feel more festive already!<br />Here.<br />Enjoy some Christmas knitting for the niece while I try to get the twitching to stop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI2FK6e0tGX9qZJe6ygYJyuERu0SxMPR_JfgwQ8WkIr4VKbdpvJaIXKDl_Rd7Skny39n6lEajlEvuPNvodjfRPKkkqeKpEJY18tNTKXlzSASzvhQmU2bVZpX25dl_Cd1uYrQVq_g/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI2FK6e0tGX9qZJe6ygYJyuERu0SxMPR_JfgwQ8WkIr4VKbdpvJaIXKDl_Rd7Skny39n6lEajlEvuPNvodjfRPKkkqeKpEJY18tNTKXlzSASzvhQmU2bVZpX25dl_Cd1uYrQVq_g/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143652525198516994" /></a><br />This is the Fireside Stocking from the Holiday Gift issue of IK. I decided to fully line it because (I'm crazy) it's all stranded on the inside and I didn't want the fat boy's gifts getting caught on the floats. It took me six days, which isn't bad. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhE1hPJeaifOH_IfU1w1fdKOoe5rYG7orPNTzLpsy-Pw_oPiziguI-Hcz7xKb7fcndiz55zV5PcKL6a8KvM8SNGnZ8FKD6YN6oxCxCv5jt2ugAw-9R2N0tVYewauy-SxJQQaKcPQ/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhE1hPJeaifOH_IfU1w1fdKOoe5rYG7orPNTzLpsy-Pw_oPiziguI-Hcz7xKb7fcndiz55zV5PcKL6a8KvM8SNGnZ8FKD6YN6oxCxCv5jt2ugAw-9R2N0tVYewauy-SxJQQaKcPQ/s320/DSC01197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143652533788451602" /></a><br />This is a little hoodie made with some sort of kettle dyed wool. It was a project for the Nihon class, so I got a double with this project. Actually, it may be a triple as I might use it for the book too. It was pretty quick as it's only a two year old size, but it still uses all those pesky Japanese techniques. <br />I still have two projects to finish for the third year. One of them just needs neck trim and the other needs a front and sleeves. Not bad, but in two more classes we're done. <br />Again with the time running out thing. <br />I'm going to have to learn to work faster. <br />Or have some tiny slave labour. Do you think Santa rents them out during the down season?Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-70410420349670812262007-12-02T22:58:00.001-08:002007-12-04T08:54:51.975-08:00I really should stop taking these thingsI saw this on <a href="http://www.snarkland.com">Lorena's blog</a> and thought it looked fun. But I guess I should have learned my lesson after taking the Aspie test. <br />So here are my results. Part of me always wanted to control the universe. <br /><br /><div id="testResultInfo"><br /> <h1><!--t-->Your Score<!--/t-->: <span>Spice Melange</span></h1><br /> <h2>You scored 100% intoxication, 75% hotness, 75% complexity, and 100% craziness!</h2><br /> <div id="testResultInfoImg"><img src="http://panther.is0.okcimg.com/users/434/744/4357457111978303249/mt94599768.jpg"></div> <br /> <p><br /> You are Spice.<br /><br />You're not from around here, are you? You're extremely valuable. While you resemble mundane cinnamon, you are much more interesting. People fight wars over you, but your giant worms protect you. <br /><br />You enlighten people; make them aware, prescient, even clairvoyant. Your pure essence can reveal people's true selves, if they survive their encounter with the real you. You're addictive, dangerous, seductive, and above all else, necessary for space travel.<br /> </p><br /></div><br /><br /><table cellpadding=20><tr><td><!--t-->Link: <a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/1869168367532779122/Which-Spice-Are-You'>The Which Spice Are You Test</a> written by <a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=jodiesattva'>jodiesattva</a> on <a href='http://www.okcupid.com'>OkCupid</a>, home of the <a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'>The Dating Persona Test<!--/t--></a></td></tr></table><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">edited to add:</span> The monkey took the test and he's "saffron". He does not control the universe.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259132.post-60682286920182650992007-11-28T17:39:00.002-08:002007-11-28T22:48:20.645-08:002010 mascots. WTF?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJU9uU-9OQB2SBJ7dFZ_ThOL1lFTclvwK71ZDytLTm80k53hPvtq-PTay1P-rHJxnj3ewb2DdKh1i8KhNbRlZT_25J77jcgpRvNTvVBnNDrcdtXm5qxiqLL2tY69pNctNW5Oji0g/s1600-h/all.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJU9uU-9OQB2SBJ7dFZ_ThOL1lFTclvwK71ZDytLTm80k53hPvtq-PTay1P-rHJxnj3ewb2DdKh1i8KhNbRlZT_25J77jcgpRvNTvVBnNDrcdtXm5qxiqLL2tY69pNctNW5Oji0g/s320/all.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138072118481955538" /></a><br />If this picture makes you wonder what the hell these things are, you're not alone.<br />I turned on the news this morning to discover that some marketing genius had decided that these things represent our province and country. I couldn't even tell what they were. <br />Then they showed a cartoon that had one of them flying, so I figured it must be some sort of bird. It's supposed to be a native spirit that embodies a bird. Makes me wonder which band. But okay,they at least tried to get something that is BCish happening.<br />But then there's the others. <br />I couldn't tell what the big one was. It had to be either a beer spokesman or a marmot. Maybe an ewok? A wookie?<br />The big one is apparently a sasquatch. So I was right about the beer spokesman. Great.<br />The last one was the most confusing. The only animal in BC that is black and white and has four legs (that I could think of) was a skunk. But it didn't look like a skunk. It looked like a rejected pokemon character. That one is some sort of, get this, sea bear. It has a killer whale fin on it's head.<br />Seems kinda like Vanoc is pulling stuff out of it's ass. <br />It pains me to know that tax dollars paid for these things. <br />I'd like a refund.Spinny Bunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995921803946595357noreply@blogger.com3