1. Rule #1 of Easter Dinner: Don’t let Pica the “kitten” near your chocolate. She will maul your chocolate bunny like it wasn’t supposed to have ears in the first place. She won’t, however, take you up on your offer of turkey. Freak cat.
2. This is a cool story about identity theft and self-detecting. Yay for beating silly theives!
3. An interesting screenprinting tutorial. Seems like a lot more work to do this with glue, than with screen/drawing fluid, but hey, cheap is also good.
4. blindly branding over at bearskinrug.
5. I am *loving* make zine.
6. Wired posts a story about the Decemberists video being made available through bittorrent. Cool.
7. In other news, I played the guitar tonight for the first time in for-freaking-ever. Now my fretting fingers are sore. BOO.

Also, napping rules. Going back to work on Monday in Ontario because you don’t work for the government or a bank? Sucks. I miss maritime holidays.

Sorry for the dust around here. It’s almost as if there’s been a long weekend going on or something. In truth, it’s been crazy busy these last few days. Especially with the kitties. And work. And bags.

And sleeping.

Oh the sleeping.

My days since Wednesday have been punctuated with a mess-full of kittens at 6 am Thursday morning (no, seriously, a mess like you would not believe), a mum kitty who wouldn’t eat, who now eats a billion times a day, crawling kitties, sleeping, bizarre food experiments involving pancakes, an early morning trip to the humane society for some eye-opening (two kitties are cold-ish), a quest for lime sorbet that ended in tangerine, carribean food at the most scrumptious place on Somerset (agh….food heaven!), cutting cutting cutting, some secret projects, trying to con my index finger into a trick recovery from the feeding-cat-with-my-fingers biting incident so I could play my F-A#-D#-G#’s today at my bass lesson, and well, lots of nothing. Long walks in the spring air, sleeping with my windows open, and tomorrow, going home for easter-ish.

Oh, and work.

I promise, I’ll be better at this next week.

We named two of the kittens. The boys, of course. Chai (not my choice!) for the chocolate-y one, and scooter, for the one that walks like he’s running. ALL THE TIME. The girls? Still no names. But we’re getting there.

Instead of checking out the New Deal tonight with ben and some of his friends, I headed way up Bank St. to Brixton’s, to check out the ‘Spins & Needles’ event. Very cool.

I had no idea what to expect going in, especially *by myself*, but it was funky. The back corner of the room was papier mache. The fron tcorners were easter egg dying, and knitting 101. Can you guess which I took part in? Finally, I think I may have resolved my love-hate relationship with pointy needles and balls of wool.

A number of people brought their own crafty things too. The brilliant mind behind World Beats & Eats,(which happens the first friday or every month at the Mercury Lounge – it’s only $5 and you get a free CD and free food) brought his own t-shirt, which he was supplementing with slogans from a previously well-loved shirt. Yay men with sewing kits. Very cool. Nice to see guys out and crafting with the rest of us.