More randomness
I'm somewhat appalled by the recent tendency for female TV characters to wear extremely high heels, not matter the situation. It's been exacerbated by watching older television, noticing how much lower the heels were, except for Occasions.
A Facebook friend asked for basic vegan recipes, and I realized how that just doesn't feel like a difficult restriction to cook for, though it's not something I currently want to do full time. I was glad to give her a lot of ideas, hopefully enough.
I've been reading Sleep Talkin' Man for months now, and it's been my daily dose of weird. I just realized I could use the posts as a writing prompt, which could lead to some seriously bizarre stuff.
I finally watched Battlestar Galactica (thanks
bitty!), and can see why everyone was so obsessed with it; the story telling was excellent. However, I was left with a lot of questions/issues. The biggest frustration was the prehistoric Earth solution, which I could see a season and a half in advance, so it felt like a letdown.
Then there were the unanswered questions:
Given the mixed group arriving on Earth, why was the first hybrid baby so important, really? (I found that whole "she was the mother-of-all discovered by archaeologists" incredibly annoying, given the number of people around...)
Why the heck would the Greek pantheon "reappear" in ancient Greece if people had pretty much converted to monotheism?
Where did the two recurring 'angels' come from?
What sort of being was Starbuck, in the end? (How did she just vanish at the end?)
It seems unlikely that Cylons could be fertile enough to reproduce, but not enough to generate babies without some human donation. How could this happen? And those Cylons who remembered growing up, how could this be? In essence, how do we define humanity, if someone functions as human in most essential respects?
I used some wool yarn I didn't love the feel of (a gift) to make an oversized hat that I then felted, my first attempt at felting. It was only partly successful, especially because the top edge shrank more than the top of the brim, leading to more of a mushroom cap sort of shape. And I didn't make the brim curl up sufficiently at the outside, so the finished brim is flatter than I'd choose. And it's harder to judge proportions when dealing with something that will shrink a variable amount. The resulting fabric is noticeably different based on the stitches: single crochet results in a much smoother felt. I suspect I won't be felting many hats, though I might felt already-made woolens, then make hats out of them (or perhaps slippers; I don't have any, and I keep the apartment fairly cool in the winter). Useful to have played with, anyway.
A Facebook friend asked for basic vegan recipes, and I realized how that just doesn't feel like a difficult restriction to cook for, though it's not something I currently want to do full time. I was glad to give her a lot of ideas, hopefully enough.
I've been reading Sleep Talkin' Man for months now, and it's been my daily dose of weird. I just realized I could use the posts as a writing prompt, which could lead to some seriously bizarre stuff.
I finally watched Battlestar Galactica (thanks
bitty!), and can see why everyone was so obsessed with it; the story telling was excellent. However, I was left with a lot of questions/issues. The biggest frustration was the prehistoric Earth solution, which I could see a season and a half in advance, so it felt like a letdown.
Then there were the unanswered questions:
Given the mixed group arriving on Earth, why was the first hybrid baby so important, really? (I found that whole "she was the mother-of-all discovered by archaeologists" incredibly annoying, given the number of people around...)
Why the heck would the Greek pantheon "reappear" in ancient Greece if people had pretty much converted to monotheism?
Where did the two recurring 'angels' come from?
What sort of being was Starbuck, in the end? (How did she just vanish at the end?)
It seems unlikely that Cylons could be fertile enough to reproduce, but not enough to generate babies without some human donation. How could this happen? And those Cylons who remembered growing up, how could this be? In essence, how do we define humanity, if someone functions as human in most essential respects?
I used some wool yarn I didn't love the feel of (a gift) to make an oversized hat that I then felted, my first attempt at felting. It was only partly successful, especially because the top edge shrank more than the top of the brim, leading to more of a mushroom cap sort of shape. And I didn't make the brim curl up sufficiently at the outside, so the finished brim is flatter than I'd choose. And it's harder to judge proportions when dealing with something that will shrink a variable amount. The resulting fabric is noticeably different based on the stitches: single crochet results in a much smoother felt. I suspect I won't be felting many hats, though I might felt already-made woolens, then make hats out of them (or perhaps slippers; I don't have any, and I keep the apartment fairly cool in the winter). Useful to have played with, anyway.