- 11:41 am - Tue, Dec 13, 2011
- 61 notes
This is why I don’t get Anthropologie. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I GET them. Their clothes are gorgeous, their home accessories to DIE for and someone needs to give their stylists a raise because wowzaa do they always have the best shop windows.
But…
Some of the stuff they sell is just le dumb. Take this. It is a knitted necklace. Of varying-weight yarn. Sloppily constructed. And cost… oh… $198.
Really? I could knit this in 15 minutes. And it wouldn’t have that weird brain-colored pink. And the seaming wouldn’t look like some fat-fingered toddler had his first spin with a yarn needle. Honestly, consumer-driven stores like Anthropologie are fine and all, but the handmade market is where it’s at. My next few posts are going to be my top Etsy picks for the holidays. Because if you’re going to buy a crappily-knitted necklace, at least let it be handmade. ;)
(Source: monday, via cheezepoof)
- 11:26 am
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I know this is a really college-y thing to like… But I just really really like Monty Python. A lot. We’re kind of a thing. I mean, not to be territorial or anything… but if you mess with him I’ll slash your tires.
…
I’m totally kidding.
Sort of.
Anywho, I saw Life of Brian the other day in Hornback’s Satire class. Sometimes, I just drop in there and watch movies with them. Hornback gives the best lectures, especially on movies. You can tell he actually enjoys talking about things like satire of the media and government and religious parody just as much as he enjoys laughing at the fart jokes. Which I think is why we get along so well.
(Yeah, we’re totally homies. Yes, this is also a joke. Sort of.)
Life of Brian, though: Look, I’m not going to lie, some of you will probably find it really offensive. It’s the story of Brian, a Jewish guy born on the same day as Jesus, in the manger next door. He gets mistaken for God’s son and HI-larity and HI-jinks ensue. It’s thought provoking! It’s morally questionable! It was banned a lot for being, you know, blasphemous or whatever. But it’s a really good film and I think college kids should watch it, even if they’re going to get up in arms about it. From my perspective, it doesn’t really matter whether it makes you laugh or cry or really angry or really awkward, at least you’ll be able to experience ideas that you maybe don’t get to experience all the time.
Being apathetic about some things is A-OK, (just ask me!) but everyone should find something they get passionate about. Mine just happens to be stupid British humor that makes fun of systems I’m not a part of.
Ahh, well. C’est la vie.
p.s. The GIF’s Monty Python and the Holy Grail, btw. ;) Life of Brian GIFs aren’t really as funny. JK, I totally just wanted to post this one. haha
(Source: caelins, via cheezepoof)
- 3:59 pm - Tue, Nov 15, 2011
- 9 notes
Knitting: Oglethorpe’s New Hip Hobby
Leaves on the quad, cold wind in your face as you rush to Hearst, songs about jingle bells playing way, way before any turkey’s roasting in Emerson… Yes, friends, it is officially that time of the year at Oglethorpe.
For many college students, this time of year is for being too sleep deprived and too disillusioned with college life to remember pencils, much less pants.
But for some Oglies, this late-fallish-almost-wintertime means brings with it just another reason to break out the yarn. You can see them around campus, clothed in nubby fingerless gloves, draping merino shawls and lots and lots of hats. There they sit, listening to their classmates whine about being bored while they swish-click their needles over what will soon be a woolly Viking hat, complete with braids.
Knitters. No ordinary knitters either—they call themselves the Petrel Purlers and they are excited to bring needlework to Oglethorpe’s campus.
“I love to knit. When I came to Oglethorpe, I met lots of other people who love it too. I wanted to start a club to bring people who love to knit together and get people who don’t knit excited about learning,” Said Weatherly Richardson, the club’s founder.
Discussing last night’s Glee, eating coco puffs or and taking a break now and then to text, they aren’t what you picture when you think of knitting. No grey hair, no wrinkles, and not a cat inside, the Petrel Purlers are plucked right out of the “new generation” of knitters and say they are here to stay.
Hillary Heath, junior, a member of the Purlers says,
“it’s not a grandma hobby. It’s a creative, productive way to de-stress and pass time. I can sit and relax with a project in front of the tv and in an hour or two I’ve got a hat. It’s awesome.”
And they’re not the only ones who think so. The knitting-centric social networking site Ravelry has over 1.5 million registered users and is still growing, and maybe even garnering more love than Facebook.
Celebrities are knitting on sets and designers are coming out with ritzy DIY kits—for the crafty fashionista.
Yes, the hobby of your elderly Aunt Midge has finally gone mainstream, and the Petrel Purlers couldn’t be more excited. Mary Layne, junior:
“Everyone’s knitting. And why shouldn’t they be? It’s awesome. The Petrel Purlers want to spread the word to the campus- the city- the world: knitting is cool. Come cast on with us and you’ll see!”
- 6:04 am - Thu, Oct 13, 2011
Dearly Departed Me
Hello there pumpkins! I know you missed me but that sniffling is just silly—
shut. it. down.
Thanks.
Anywho, I was assigned an obituary to write last week and… well… I got kinda into it.
Really into it.
But no bigs, I’m not going to start offing people just so I can write about how they died. That would be CrAzY.
(Or brilliant. Just saying. You must see the brilliance in the obituary writer at a two-bit newspaper who moonlights as a serial killer to rake in more business. It’s just clever…
Seriously, though! Am I just sleep-deprived or is this idea freaking great? Why isn’t there a TNT show about this? The more I think about it the more I want to watch all-day marathons of it while vacuuming and wishing I had HBO. It could be called… “Death Note”)
…
(Actually, I think that’s taken. By this guy who looks like Death or something. I dunno. Pop culture is le dumb.)
Annnnyyyywwaaaaayyyyysssss
I wrote my obituary and it was pretty cool. I got to write about all the really admirable stuff I haven’t done yet but will in my life which makes my English degree totally worth the nightmares of ending up as a really well-read 40-year-old Ruby Tuesdays waitress with a hair-lip and a cheap laugh.
(Question— can you develop a hair-lip? Or is it sort of a… one chance or nothing sort of thing? Oh, Google. There’s a reason why people sell their souls to you.)
(Another question— is a hairlip joke offensive? I’m gonna go with… probably. So if any of you people with hair-lips out there want to sue me, go for it. I’ll blame the internet for corrupting me. Also, for making it impossible for you to sue me because, you know, free speech and all that. Sorry. There’s just no justice in the world anymore.)
Woooooow, that was an incredibly awkwardly unrelated tangent. It’s 5:42 AM, though, so I can definitely blame my Circadian rhythm for making me a weirdo.
So, I wrote my obit and it was awesome and I was all ready to be like, “Cha-cha-check that off the to-do list. Past-Weatherly, you did awesome. Future-Weatherly, no worries, we did that thing already.”
But then I realized it was 3 times longer than it needed to be. Why does my brain hate me? I was like srsly wondering, yo. Then I thought to myself, hey self! I have a blog. That’s the perfect place to print something that probably should have been censored by the Who-Gives-A-Flying-Biscuit police. Perfect!
So here’s my obituary. Read it and weep, suckers.
No, seriously.Weep. I’m, like, dead for God’s sake.
Weatherly Richardson, literary phenomenon and author of the horrendously popular Anything book series, died on Saturday at her home in Boston, MA at 116.
The cause of death seems to be old age but Richardson, witty to the end, was found with a pen in her hand and a piece of paper that declared “Dead but not from age. Care to turn the page?” in her untidy scrawl, her husband said. This quirky bit of macabre humor has caused some of her readers to believe she was murdered and used her last moments to scrawl a clue to her killer’s identity. When asked, her husband laughed and said “Weatherly loves stories. She tells them whenever she can.”
She has been called the best writer of this century and the best children’s book writer of all time for her mix of the hysterically funny and terrifyingly thrilling. The New York Times book review dubbed her “J.K. Rowling with teeth”, though Richardson scoffed at this title, offering that it brings the image of the Harry Potter author “gumming her pencil like a geriatric beaver.” It is obvious that fame has not diminished her rather odd sense of humor, nor has
When Weatherly Richardson’s first book, Anything, was published by Random House right out of college, she received a letter of congratulations from the college president’s wife. When Anything reached #1 on the New York Times bestseller list after only a week, she got her name in the Atlanta Journal Constitution and a commemorative plaque. However, it was when the second book in the Anything seriessold out worldwide before being printed that the 25 year old became a certified literary phenomenon.
Richardson, the middle child of five, realized her passion for writing at a young age. In her famous interview with Oprah, she told the talk show host that she’d told herself stories so often in childhood she couldn’t distinguish imagination from reality. After graduating from a high chair, she began using her uncontrollable imagination to excite and scare her younger brothers, thrilling them with tales of ghosts living in the walls and haunted bunk bed mattresses. After being scolded one too many times for causing the boys’ nightmares, her father gave her a notebook and a pen and told her to write. It was destiny. “I had to become a writer,” she said, in her Time cover interview in 2016, “I had no other skills. It was either a writer or a liar. I picked the one that allowed for snack breaks.”
The rest, as they say, is literary history. Though the Anything series, about a boy who falls through a bookshelf into another world, made her an instant celebrity, it was her later books that cemented her status as one of the 21st century’s literary giants. Books like Charlie Panic, Zombix, and the bone-chilling comic book The Nothingnauts explored the nightmares of adults while tickling the fancies of children. Richardson examined a vast array of subjects ranging from Russian folk tales to foosball history to quantum mechanics in her books. When John Stewart asked why she explored such complex topics in books marketed towards children, Richardson famously replied,
“Adults are not smarter than children. They are just more boring. They see the light of curiosity and they drop-and-roll lest it light them on fire.”
Richardson’s vivacity even unto death is a testament to how little she cared to be a “boring” adult. The spark of curiosity her books lit has since grown to a fire that is engulfing the world, one smoldering page at a time.
In addition to her husband, a bookseller who she met in college, Mrs. Richardson is survived by two younger brothers, Walker and Welles Richardson, two daughters, Coraline and Wendy-belle and a cat, Mouse. They are all pretty sure the note they found was a joke, but if you have any information to the contrary you may contact them via teleport.
p.s. Ooh- the obit-writing murderer show could be called “Column of Pain”
ahaha, now I’m not even trying. That’s just silly.
p.p.s. Yeah, those book titles are actually books I’m writing. So, like, don’t steal them. Or I’ll write your obituary and then come kill you. Like in that hit tv show “Killing Times”.
(Yeah, I didn’t think of that one. Lj did. That’s why it’s kind of clever instead of just weird.)
Well… this was a really long post. I doubt anyone made it down here. If you did, comment and tell me what you would name the show! (Because this is totally happening, TNT is going to flip out.) I’ll even credit you as “Chief Titling Associate” and I’ll bring you a Tootsie Roll to class,
(Failed) Scout’s Honor,
Weatherly
- 12:36 am - Wed, Sep 28, 2011
Q: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
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A dream about me being a baby crawling through a gutter and watching my dad give away my birthday cake. It was tragic. I was six.
- 4:56 pm
First Post and Random Wiki-ing
Hello! It seems that all of the introductions I’ve heard on blogs have been witty or charming or shy or something that makes me think “wow, this blauthor (blog-author) and I could totally be friends IRL! Kewl!
Ok, well my subconscious spells better than that, but I digress.
The thing is, I have started blogs before. Many of them. About lots of things. In fact, I’m sure if you searched the interwebz long enough you’d find a little corner of it in the slums of blogspot or the back-alleys of wordpress. And all of those past blogs have one thing in common: they all suck. Really, pardon ma francais but it’s true. I tried really hard to stay with the theme, or the “purpose” of the blog but they all left me bored as a borey from boredsylvania.
So perhaps I should write a blog that reflects how I am IRL and then I’ll make friends IRL! One can only hope. (kidding.) (sort of.)
So I am a naturally scattered person, my thoughts jump around a lot and it’s honestly a little difficult to keep up myself, much less talk to other people about it. So this blog has no theme, nor any real purpose other than the most bloggy of purposes: to talk about the author. (psst, that’s me.)
So stay tuned for that, kids! And now, back to regularly scheduled programming:
Random Wiki-ing (wiki’ing? wikying? eh, whatever ) is something I do a lot. It’s educational, surprising, and makes it much easier to escape the notice of the government watch. (After all, it is much less suspicious to random wiki a story about the apocalypse than it is to google “weapons of mass destruction” immediately followed by “how to survive a suicide bomb” Not that I’ve done that.)
