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The Right To Bear Arms, Part 2

Sorry I waited so long to post Part 2. I'm thinking a regular Saturday update schedule should make things easier for everybody. So. When we last left our heroine, she was being threatened by Mike when Russ happens to drive by in his truck...

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That One Owl Cable: Knitting Pattern

So there's a popular cable-knitting pattern that gets used a lot. It looks like an owl. It's annoyingly tricky to Google. But it's so darn cute, especially if you see on little button eyes, that you almost can't stand it.

So here is the pattern for JUST the portion of your work that is Owl Cable. Later today I'll chart it, for those who prefer looking at charts.

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And now there is one more Google search result for "owl cable knit pattern." You're welcome, Internet.

The Right To Bear Arms, Part 1

So last week I got an ad on Facebook for a military were-bear romance novel. No, none of those words is added in as a joke. (Also, do novels about were-beasts count as furry fiction? Because if they don't, they probably should.) Best of all, it was on Kindle for free! So I got it to gleefully mock, because free entertainment is always nice, especially when you have to pay the bills. Here's part 1 of the series that revived my LJ, The Right To Bear Arms.

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Dolly news!!

Last week, I found out that I had about $70 credit on my credit card. So I did the mature, responsible thing and ordered a Pullip kit.

She arrived today! Her face and eyelids have been sprayed with Testors, so I can paint just the right faceup. I painted directly on the eyechips, though, since it shows through from the inside instead of being on the outer surface of the eye.

She's going to have brown hair and hazel eyes, like me. ^.^ The eyes aren't perfect, but if they bother me too much, I can always buy new eyechips.

ACNL news.

My town of Cathburg will be open to 3DS friends all day. Feel free to take any fruit you want. :) (Also, if you want to give me oranges or peaches, well, who am I to refuse them?)


Damn you, clothing designers!!

I was at Target the other day, when I realized that I needed a couple new T-shirts because my old ones are starting to wear out. (I'll miss you, Pi Shirt. We had a good run.) So, like any normal person would do, I went to the women's section (at least, I think it was women's? Target doesn't seem to separate women's and junior's) and started going through the Graphic Tees aisle.

Every single T-shirt failed the Hand Test.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the Hand Test, basically you put your hand inside a shirt on the rack. If the hand is hidden, the shirt passes. If you can clearly see the hand, the shirt fails. (If you can kinda-almost see the hand, you may be able to get away with layers. But since, for me, the whole point of T-shirts is cool comfort, I don't like to layer them. Layers get warm really quick.)

I ended up going to the men's T-shirt rack, where I found some really awesome classic-rock shirts. They also flatter me a lot better than the women's shirts, shape-wise. For some reason, no matter what size women's T-shirt I try on, it looks like I have a really huge rack. In men's shirts, my breasts look a lot more proportional.

Why do so many stores have such a poor selection of women's T-shirts? It's not like we're all clamoring for a shirt that shows off our bras, or that has a neckline halfway down the torso, or makes us look like freaky mutants if we don't have Twiggy's exact figure. I couldn't even find a good Thor shirt*, because men's didn't have one (only one with all of the Avengers, together), and the women's Thor shirt was completely transparent. I tried it on without performing the Hand Test first, and I could see the pattern on my bra.

It's almost like there's some kind of weird fashion conspiracy to keep women from ever wearing T-shirts.

* I worship Thor (not the Marvel version). He and I both find the Marvel Thor to be amusing, and kinda handsome (in a not-nearly-as-burly-or-redheaded as Eddas!Thor way).

A poem

A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.

Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)

When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.

Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.

Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.

Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.

Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.

— 'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle.

Florida winter

As I observed to a coworker, Florida "winter" tends to last about 2-3 days.

It has arrived. I was in a thick sweater, hat, gloves, AND leather jacket yesterday. It was just barely enough.

Time to break out the knee socks.


ACNL and knitting. Yes, knitting.

So. I'm sporadically working on a gold sweater for Monster High dolls using laceweight metallic yarn. If I don't stop making mistakes and then not finding them until several rows later and having to start over, it'll be very pretty.

Also, thinking of having my ACNL town open some time this week, since I don't start back to work until the 6th. Anybody have a day in mind?



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