Remember dear friends; Jimmy Buffet kills.
Throughout the day I normally check up on what's going on in this world of ours, whether it's by listening to NPR, watching CNN, or reading articles on the internet. Lately however I have been avoiding the news like I have been avoiding The History Channel. Those of you who know me well are probably scratching their heads right now in confusion saying to yourselves, "That is so uncharacteristic of you Iggy. You love The History Channel!" Well dear friends, I am sick of hearing about the end of the world. Utterly sick of it. I don't like those shows written about various doomsday scenarios. You know, the ones that play them out in extravagant CGI computer graphics and told through interviews with biblical scholars and various theologians. (What the history channel is subliminally saying by the way is that the Judeo-Christian Religions are where it's at and that everyone else can go fuck themselves.) It seems that for the past few weeks these programs have been on heavy rotation and it vexes me. Add that to the heavy coverage of what's going on over in the middle east and we have ourselves a recipe for one depressing dish of suck. If these tenuous relations are not repaired in the right way than I know the end of the world is coming. What that end will be I don't know, but I just know that life will not continue as it's been continuing for the past few centuries. Maybe it will be for the better. Who knows. I am just sick of hearing about it. I know it's happening and I choose not to pay attention. At this point I would rather be oblivious and just do my thing.
I started on another corset. Unfortunately I had to harvest the busk out of the care bear one. It made me sad to do it, but: a) it didn't fit the way it should 'cause it was too big and b) the fabric was not strong enough to really be worn without interfacing and lining sewn into it, which I didn't want to do because it didn't fit anyway. I am hoping to become good enough so that I can make some for my friends.
I tend to pick up expensive hobbies and corset making is no exception. It's far more productive and far less hazardous to my health than drugs though. However, I did cut my finger last night, for whatever that's worth.
Throughout the day I normally check up on what's going on in this world of ours, whether it's by listening to NPR, watching CNN, or reading articles on the internet. Lately however I have been avoiding the news like I have been avoiding The History Channel. Those of you who know me well are probably scratching their heads right now in confusion saying to yourselves, "That is so uncharacteristic of you Iggy. You love The History Channel!" Well dear friends, I am sick of hearing about the end of the world. Utterly sick of it. I don't like those shows written about various doomsday scenarios. You know, the ones that play them out in extravagant CGI computer graphics and told through interviews with biblical scholars and various theologians. (What the history channel is subliminally saying by the way is that the Judeo-Christian Religions are where it's at and that everyone else can go fuck themselves.) It seems that for the past few weeks these programs have been on heavy rotation and it vexes me. Add that to the heavy coverage of what's going on over in the middle east and we have ourselves a recipe for one depressing dish of suck. If these tenuous relations are not repaired in the right way than I know the end of the world is coming. What that end will be I don't know, but I just know that life will not continue as it's been continuing for the past few centuries. Maybe it will be for the better. Who knows. I am just sick of hearing about it. I know it's happening and I choose not to pay attention. At this point I would rather be oblivious and just do my thing.
I started on another corset. Unfortunately I had to harvest the busk out of the care bear one. It made me sad to do it, but: a) it didn't fit the way it should 'cause it was too big and b) the fabric was not strong enough to really be worn without interfacing and lining sewn into it, which I didn't want to do because it didn't fit anyway. I am hoping to become good enough so that I can make some for my friends.
I tend to pick up expensive hobbies and corset making is no exception. It's far more productive and far less hazardous to my health than drugs though. However, I did cut my finger last night, for whatever that's worth.
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