kmkat and her kneedles

Ennui.

You may already have seen this but it is worth a second look. Enjoy!

Sunday stunning.

 

Courtesy of blackbird's Middle.

 

Minnesotans are crazy. Knitters.

You have got to go see this over on soxanne's blog.

Why don't the traffic cops in Minneapolis do this?

Behind the scenes with sheep.

Many thanks to Bullwinkle, who linked to this behind-the-scenes video in her comment on Saturday. (If none of this makes sense, welcome to my world take a look at Friday's post.) 

Flash mob.

My alma mater has changed a bit since I was there.

Somewhere in that crowd are my future co-workers :-)

Friday fun, with scarves.

Found via zippiknits.

Psycho weirdness: a fanblog post.

As some of you may know, I <3 Neil Gaiman and have done so ever since I saw/heard him speak at a library conference in about 2002*. He is thoughtful, kind, brilliant, and a marvelous writer. Plus, although he is British he lives only about 90 miles south of me in a gorgeous old Addams Family-type house that looks like it should be haunted.

He has a lamppost, straight out of Narnia, in his woods.

I read his blogs, both the one on his website and the one on Tumblr. I follow him and Amanda Palmer on Twitter. Does that make me a stalker? Maybe, but I prefer to think of it as being A Dedicated Fan. 

If you have never heard of Neil Gaiman, here is a long clip of him on Craig Ferguson's show last June:

As much as I admire him, though, I have a hard time reading his books. I can listen to them on audio, especially when he reads them. (If you haven't listened to The Graveyard Book, I direct you to acquire the audio version forthwith and listen.) Except for Stardust and Neverwhere; those two are much gentler books. I struggled through American Gods a number of years ago. This year is the tenth anniversary of its publication, and there was a bit of hoopla about it, including a special tenth anniversary edition with 12,000 additional words. I chose American Gods for my book in my book group's November read. We all agreed that it is a strange, many-layered book, and one that we all found intriguing.

Gaiman is also very, very weird, and I mean that in the best possible way.

From An Evening With Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer:

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* After he spoke, my librarian friend and I ambushed him in the hall. She put her arm around him and I snapped a photo. Flashed it right in his face. She has the photo in her office, and I cringe every time I see it, remembering how rude we were to get it. He was far more gracious than we had any right to expect.

Murmuration.

Murmuration from Sophie Windsor Clive on Vimeo.

Found via blackbird.

True colors.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks to Kym who posted this on Thanksgiving. It was so powerful I had to share. (I still get tears in my eyes when it plays.)

Marcel the Shell. With shoes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The hidden beauty of pollination.

Yarn bombed polarity.

Knitting 101.

 I know you all have already seen this, right? Because it was on Mason-Dixon Knitting a few days ago, and you all read Mason-Dixon Knitting, right? If you don't, that's rude and I don't even care any more.

An engineer's guide to cat flatulence.

We have never been bothered by feline flatulence. If they could re-rig this for a dog, however...

Neil Gaiman stopped by my blog and left this video.

Oh, all right, fine, he didn't really stop by MY blog. I stopped by HIS blog and grabbed this video.

Spread the word! Give a scary book for All Hallow's Eve!

A new way to cut the highway budget.

Sorry, it is budget time at the county again, and I see everything in those terms.

Project nid de poule (Project Pothole)

Have you seen this?

Found here.

 

Roger Ebert calls it the "greatest music video ever made".

 

I cannot disagree. The thing that really blew me away was when I realized about halfway through that the entire thing was done in one 9:49 take.

Huh.

 

See and read about it here.