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Fellow ravellers can see my project page and that I've basically been slacking off on the knitting. I made a shrug from delicious organic wool that I bought on Mull from the lovely people at Ardalanish, which has kept the cold off wonderfully. I've got two more mini-cardigans in the works, which are Not Ready Yet, and then I should basically knit something from a different genre because no-one needs more than three shrug things at once. There was also the matter of some Christmas knitting - lacy mittens - and a very subtle cowl in magenta Kidsilk Haze with gold beads on it. VERY SUBTLE.
Gaming wise, I was there when that big old naughty dragon tore up Azeroth. I've been levelling up my main, playing the worgen starter zone and doing some of the new lowbie content on alts, but I've been finding it surprisingly non-compulsive. This is probably a good thing, and my personal productivity will probably be increased because of this.
Not *all* of the gaming time got displaced to useful stuff - over Christmas I playtested a very adorable game called Glitch which I fear is world-shakingly compulsive and could probably lead to a double-dip recession and probably the downfall of Western civilisation. It is that good.
Christmas (or Crimbo) is also a big time in the Kingdom of Loathing. I finally picked up where I left my character - 180 floors down Fernswarthy's basement - and saved Crimbo for another year. I'm aiming for another level 30/500th basement level run before I frolic through another oxy or Bad Moon run. The game is getting really excellent now, and I'm looking forwards to my next time through the revamped low level quests.
The Archers! I can't remember when I started listening to the Archers as a matter of course, but it was probably just when all the Will/Emma/Ed nonsense was going on. The whole business of Shaking Ambridge To The Core occurred at the weekend, and there will clearly be repercussions. I can't say that I was shaken to my core, given that I'd called that something terrible was about to happen to Nigel from the enormous clanging anvils that kept dropping around him during the whole panto/brooch/schooling setup. And I don't think that being premature is going to be the end of the surprises from Helen's kid. Remember how there was suddenly a supply of semen available and she jumped a waiting list? Mark my words, something is going on with *that*. Also, I give it till March before William Grundy snaps in some awful, messy manner. Poor Nic.
Oh, and I saw Burlesque last week. I discussed my immediate thoughts on the twitstream ("The plot of Burlesque should have been "Oh, would you look at these dancing girls, they appear to be losing their clothes. Also, Cher.") but I basically really enjoyed 33% of it.
One of the remaining thirds was made up of people doing totally unnecessary bits of subplot (I do not think Aggers actually needed to Find Love as well as Finding Glamour) and the final third was (go with me on this) 50% estate agent stuff and 50% dull ballads which I believe were contractual obligations, although I'm not sure who made who oblige to do it.
I summarised my thoughts in this pie chart:
Burlesque: sort of like Cabaret, but really dreadful and with property developers instead of the Third Reich.
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